When I left my land El Salvador
With the intention of reaching the United States
I knew I would need more than courage
I knew that I might be left on the way
There are 3 borders that I had to cross
Through three countries I wandered undocumented
Three times I had to risk my life
That's why they say I am three times a wetback

In Guatemala and Mexico when I crossed
Twice I was saved from being imprisoned
The same language and color I reflected
How is it possible that they call me a foreigner

In Central America given its situation both politically and
Economically for many there is no other solution but to leave
Their homeland perhaps forever the Mexican takes two steps
And here he is today they throw him out and the next day he is back
That is a luxury I cannot afford without
Being killed or taken prisoner

Mexico is beautiful but how much I suffered
Crossing it without papers is very hard
The five thousand kilometers that I traveled
I can swear I remember them one by one
Through Arizona they told me to cross
And that I should throw myself in the middle of the desert
Luckily a Mexican whom I called Juan
Gave me a hand otherwise I would be dead

Now that I finally achieved legalization
What I suffered I have recovered with interest
To the wetbacks I dedicate my song
To those who like me are three times wetbacks

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