Carmelita

I wrote this song in Southern Ontario, Canada 'bout migrant workers
 This song was recorded by our good friends the Cowboy Junkies
 Oh, down along the railroad track
 I ran into my old friend Jack
 He was dressed in his Sunday best
 But his face was red and his eyes were dead
 He said, "I lost Marina
 And the last place that I seen her
 She was makin' off with my best friend"
 I took him to the water
 Spent 50 dollars
 On something that would take him to the moon
 Well, he must have gone to Heaven
 'Cause just before I left him
 I tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't move
 So come on, Carmelita
 You drank too much and I can see that
 Soon you're gonna need a breath of air
 We'll dance across the wheat fields
 There's a place I know just east of here
 And it wouldn't take too long to go down there
 We'll sleep out on the ground
 And in the morning when we wake up
 We'll leave town
 Well, I picked my last tobacco leaf
 Soaking wet up to my knees
 Out there before the sun is on the rise
 And you can have a drink of water
 But don't you look at my daughter
 Or I'll come down there and I'll cut you with this knife
 So come on, Carmelita
 You drank too much and I can see that
 Soon you're gonna need a breath of air
 We'll dance across the wheat fields
 There's a place I know just east of here
 And it wouldn't take too long to go down there
 We'll sleep out on the ground
 And in the morning when we wake up
 We'll leave town
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 And there ain't any flack, man
 But if you're a black man
 They'll put you on a plane, back to where you're from
 So come on, Carmelita
 You drank too much and I can see that
 Soon you're gonna need a breath of air
 We'll dance across the wheat fields
 There's a place I know just east of here
 And it wouldn't take too long to go down there
 We'll sleep out on the ground
 And in the morning when we wake up
 We'll leave town