He was a country man
native of Nuevo Leon
I was just 19 years old
his name: Jose Perez Leon
I had a distant cousin
that was wet
I sent him a telegram shortly
saying come soon Jose
Well, a job had been found
distancing cotton as the
And he left, and he left
drowning the crying in goodbye
with his wife
he went
without knowing, that from that trip I was never going to return
poor Jose
When I arrive at the border
with Willy was interviewed
in the most famous pollero
and cunning from the region
He told Pepe today you're lucky
I'll cross you tomorrow
The early morning of a Friday
in an old station
30 innocents paid their quota
among them Jose Perez Leon
and without hesitation everyone got
Inside a bagon
The train crossed to the other side
almost 7 hours later
was when the air began to finish
and nothing could they do
nobody heard those cries for help
and the door did not want to give
One by one they were falling
and so good Jose died
And he left, and he left
to cross the sky with their ancestors to grow
he went
without knowing that his wife and his son were going to have
poor Jose
That's how the story ends, there's nothing left to tell
from another countryman who risked his life
and that dies as illegal
of that Jose who had a thousand dreams and who came home
never come back
Only among all we can make this a better place :)