| Song | Minimum Wage |
| Artist | Lila Downs |
| Album | Ojo De Culebra |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Traveled seven hundred miles | |
| Crossed the border to the | |
| StatesWith a plastic bottle running | |
| Cross the desert in a shake | |
| Come to English only country | |
| Hidin' from the minutemen | |
| Come to make this place my home | |
| Run a long, long way from then | |
| Story of a lifetime | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| Well, they chased me through the desert | |
| Then the agents strapped me down | |
| Then they ask me why in | |
| SpanishWhy you keep on comin' back? | |
| When I left my dad in | |
| JerseyAnd my sister in | |
| Des Moines | |
| They've been workin' in this country | |
| Pickin' lettuce, washing floors | |
| Story of a lifetime | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| Well, they raised me to eight dollars' | |
| Cause I washed the dishes fast | |
| Well, the boss, he got me workin' | |
| On the porch and in the back | |
| Then I wash the dish and rinse it | |
| Then I go home late and sleep | |
| Well, I need to be awake now' | |
| Cause I walk out in my sleep | |
| When I see that black van comin' | |
| Then I know | |
| I'm sure to run | |
| Goddamn them agents caught me | |
| Cuffed me on the spot | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| No one forced the boss to hire me | |
| But it's nearly been fifteen | |
| When I left my baby cryin' | |
| With a promise in my skin | |
| On the outskirts of | |
| L.A.I recite a native poem | |
| Million hands, ten thousand years | |
| It's the season for the crop | |
| It's my people doin' the pickin' | |
| In the valley of the dolls | |
| It's a decent job to work at | |
| Any day I'll take this job | |
| Ethiopian, | |
| Colombian, | |
| Pakistani, | |
| CantoneseEvery man that | |
| I run into | |
| All the kitchens on the strip | |
| And they're pluggin' in them hours | |
| Smilin' in their dreams | |
| They´re a long, long way from home now | |
| But they lookin' to be free | |
| California, | |
| Alabama and | |
| Missouri, | |
| OregonThey been workin' like their fathers were | |
| A long, long time ago | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For, for, for, for the minimum wage | |
| It's a bumpy road to ride in | |
| But I'll take it anytime | |
| It's a bumpy road to take | |
| But I'll take it day | |
| It's a bumpy road to take | |
| But I'll take it anytime | |
| For the minimum wage |
| Traveled seven hundred miles | |
| Crossed the border to the | |
| StatesWith a plastic bottle running | |
| Cross the desert in a shake | |
| Come to English only country | |
| Hidin' from the minutemen | |
| Come to make this place my home | |
| Run a long, long way from then | |
| Story of a lifetime | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| Well, they chased me through the desert | |
| Then the agents strapped me down | |
| Then they ask me why in | |
| SpanishWhy you keep on comin' back? | |
| When I left my dad in | |
| JerseyAnd my sister in | |
| Des Moines | |
| They' ve been workin' in this country | |
| Pickin' lettuce, washing floors | |
| Story of a lifetime | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| Well, they raised me to eight dollars' | |
| Cause I washed the dishes fast | |
| Well, the boss, he got me workin' | |
| On the porch and in the back | |
| Then I wash the dish and rinse it | |
| Then I go home late and sleep | |
| Well, I need to be awake now' | |
| Cause I walk out in my sleep | |
| When I see that black van comin' | |
| Then I know | |
| I' m sure to run | |
| Goddamn them agents caught me | |
| Cuffed me on the spot | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| No one forced the boss to hire me | |
| But it' s nearly been fifteen | |
| When I left my baby cryin' | |
| With a promise in my skin | |
| On the outskirts of | |
| L. A. I recite a native poem | |
| Million hands, ten thousand years | |
| It' s the season for the crop | |
| It' s my people doin' the pickin' | |
| In the valley of the dolls | |
| It' s a decent job to work at | |
| Any day I' ll take this job | |
| Ethiopian, | |
| Colombian, | |
| Pakistani, | |
| CantoneseEvery man that | |
| I run into | |
| All the kitchens on the strip | |
| And they' re pluggin' in them hours | |
| Smilin' in their dreams | |
| They re a long, long way from home now | |
| But they lookin' to be free | |
| California, | |
| Alabama and | |
| Missouri, | |
| OregonThey been workin' like their fathers were | |
| A long, long time ago | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For, for, for, for the minimum wage | |
| It' s a bumpy road to ride in | |
| But I' ll take it anytime | |
| It' s a bumpy road to take | |
| But I' ll take it day | |
| It' s a bumpy road to take | |
| But I' ll take it anytime | |
| For the minimum wage |
| Traveled seven hundred miles | |
| Crossed the border to the | |
| StatesWith a plastic bottle running | |
| Cross the desert in a shake | |
| Come to English only country | |
| Hidin' from the minutemen | |
| Come to make this place my home | |
| Run a long, long way from then | |
| Story of a lifetime | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| Well, they chased me through the desert | |
| Then the agents strapped me down | |
| Then they ask me why in | |
| SpanishWhy you keep on comin' back? | |
| When I left my dad in | |
| JerseyAnd my sister in | |
| Des Moines | |
| They' ve been workin' in this country | |
| Pickin' lettuce, washing floors | |
| Story of a lifetime | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| Well, they raised me to eight dollars' | |
| Cause I washed the dishes fast | |
| Well, the boss, he got me workin' | |
| On the porch and in the back | |
| Then I wash the dish and rinse it | |
| Then I go home late and sleep | |
| Well, I need to be awake now' | |
| Cause I walk out in my sleep | |
| When I see that black van comin' | |
| Then I know | |
| I' m sure to run | |
| Goddamn them agents caught me | |
| Cuffed me on the spot | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| No one forced the boss to hire me | |
| But it' s nearly been fifteen | |
| When I left my baby cryin' | |
| With a promise in my skin | |
| On the outskirts of | |
| L. A. I recite a native poem | |
| Million hands, ten thousand years | |
| It' s the season for the crop | |
| It' s my people doin' the pickin' | |
| In the valley of the dolls | |
| It' s a decent job to work at | |
| Any day I' ll take this job | |
| Ethiopian, | |
| Colombian, | |
| Pakistani, | |
| CantoneseEvery man that | |
| I run into | |
| All the kitchens on the strip | |
| And they' re pluggin' in them hours | |
| Smilin' in their dreams | |
| They re a long, long way from home now | |
| But they lookin' to be free | |
| California, | |
| Alabama and | |
| Missouri, | |
| OregonThey been workin' like their fathers were | |
| A long, long time ago | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For the minimum wage | |
| For, for, for, for the minimum wage | |
| It' s a bumpy road to ride in | |
| But I' ll take it anytime | |
| It' s a bumpy road to take | |
| But I' ll take it day | |
| It' s a bumpy road to take | |
| But I' ll take it anytime | |
| For the minimum wage |