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Produced by Bill Thompson &
Kathy Forste
4 -Track recording - Bill Thompson, Kathy Forste, Jerry Forste
Kathy Forste - Vocals/Guitars/Bass/Mandolin/Percussion
Bill Thompson - Percussion/Harmonica
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Verse 1
I'd like to go home and see my own blue sky
And dance with my memories before the daylight dies
There's a long gray line at horizon's door.
Verse II
My family needs money, not a visit from me
It ain't the smugglers' fault I've got mouths to feed.
But it's all black and white when you can't pay no more.
Chorus
Guadalupe, when's the good life gonna start?
Guadalupe, is there a home for my heart?
Guadalupe, Tell me where the angels fell?
And is God sending tears to ring the mission bell?
Verse III
I see my children's eyes in every pane of glass
I hear my mother sigh when a breeze blows past
I watch an old dog shuffle in a soul that's lost.
Verse IV
I work under the sun to plant this country's food.
I listen to that old dog howl at the moon
We've both got our lives, but we've paid the cost.
Chorus
Instrumental break
Chorus
Verse V
The van pulls up with the man at the wheel
The money's in hand he doesn't care how I feel
Then I see that beat up dog lying in the dirt.
Verse VI
There's two dozen eyes staring out at me.
I hear the van roll south, tears won't let me see.
And the old dog's gone, now I know what I'm worth.
Chorus
Copyright © 1999 Kathy Forste and Bill Thompson
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