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Caesar called for a census, |
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The boss wanna know what's going on |
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So Joseph and Mary hit the road |
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With Mary nigh on nine month's gone |
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And you know we're talking about a hell of a walk |
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And they had no place to stay, |
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They tried the inns and the hotels |
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The message was plain as day |
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You get no refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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No refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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Juan had his Juanita |
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And a baby boy they named Miguel |
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On the other side of the line is heaven |
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On this side is a living hell |
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So you do what it takes |
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To pick-up stakes and try to escape the drought |
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But when you get to the border the I.N.S |
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They've got the welcome wagon out |
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You get no refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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No refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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Now you got your haves and your have nots |
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And almost nothing in between |
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Religion they preach about loving your brother |
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But they run 'em out of Bowling Green |
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Now there's a lot of folks looking over the edge |
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Of that plate we've piled so high |
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When they all decide to come over the border |
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Time to kiss it all good bye |
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There'll be no refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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No refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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No refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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No refuge no respite and no sanctuary here |
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No sanctuary here |
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No sanctuary here |
