Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

1/2 = half a beat

1/4 = one quarter of a beat

3/4 = three quarters of a beat

Intro 1/4 1/4 2/4

1/4 2/4 1/4

Verse

 Well I packed all of my things into this blanket

 To call this year to earn coyotes fill

 Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath

 And took my first steps into this corridor of death

 If I’m lucky I will make it to a drain

 With 500 of my brothers, I would share the strain

 Of standing in this boxcar praying for rain

 It’s the only the way we will quench our thirst

Chorus

 In these gardens of white crosses

Growing in the California sand

 In these gardens of white crosses

 We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand

Verse

 If we make it past the border, we will scatter

Vanish just like smoke in autumn wind

 I will run until my color will not matter

 Hopin’ I can find some work or possibly a friend

 There are others who have made it here

 They will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my head

 And I cannot be concerned with dreams of my children

 For there are 5 others in line for my bed

Chorus

 In these gardens of white crosses

Growing in the California sand

 In these gardens of white crosses

 We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand

 I will gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel rooms

I will do the jobs American won’t do

 With their cell phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoes

I will risk my life ‘cause it’s all I have to lose

 Let the devil in the mountains promise me a ride

Found an 18 wheeler and put all of us inside

 And just outside of victory, 19 of us died

None of our bodies hit the floor

 And so my wife she still wonders when I’m coming home

 The riches that I promised her for leaving her alone

 I said that I would send her all that I could save

 But I ended up in California in an unknown grave

Chorus

 In these gardens of white crosses

Growing in the California sand

 In these gardens of white crosses

 We are the children of poverty dying to a make a stand

 In these gardens of white crosses

Growing in the California sand

 In these gardens of white crosses

 We are the children of poverty dying to a make a stand

3/4 1/4 3/4 1/4

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