They run behind the train
They run to have a gain
They run just to survive
They run, they are alive

Mexicans, Latinos
They are their only boss
They only want to work
They run, they are not dork

Immigrants on the road
You are the new heroes
You sleep on the sod
You are my biggest cause

Immigrants put in jail
Poor children, please don't cry
I will write in an email
The story of this guy

He dreamed of better
For all his family
He was a great father
The best of his country

But life was so hard
Without work, without food
He bought a little card
To go where it seems good

Immigrants on the road
You are the new heroes
You sleep on the sod
You are my biggest cause

Immigrants put in jail
Poor children, please don't cry
I will write in an email
The story of this guy

But his chance was not there
He lost his last cent
Everything and its gear
He had no patent

He ran behind the train
He jumped fast on board
But he felt a deep pain
He prayed to the Lord

Immigrants on the road
You are the new heroes
You sleep on the sod
You are my biggest cause

Immigrants put in jail
Poor children, please don't cry
I will write in an email
The story of this guy

To save man from death
We need to change our mind
We need to have more faith
More beauty and more kind

He lost his family
He lost his own life
He was without his wife
And died lonely

Immigrants on the road
You are the new heroes
You sleep on the sod
You are my biggest cause

Immigrants put in jail
Poor children, please don't cry
I will write in an email
The story of this guy