I came through the fence in ‘93
I know that they are after me today
I believe this is the land for me
Of hope, and grace, and liberty
Oh, my grandfather, he told me
Son, you’ll never have to run anymore
Oh, but I broke the law
Which I will surely die for
But, now
I am on my way
I have to leave today
Tell my wife and boy that I love them
I gave my son to America
God, I pray they treat him well
Well, my daddy left when I was five
I do not know if he’s alive at all
And, it’s hard with just my mom and me
But I work to feed my family
And, I work hard to keep my bitter pay
That the rich man comes and takes away
So, I killed him in the dead of night
With my father’s gun
I took his life away
I took his life away
Now, I say
I was on my way
I have to leave today
Tell my mom and sister that I love them
I am on the run
From America
God, I pray they don’t catch me
Now, I sit here in this dirty cell
The jailer comes to give me hell
They have caught me and my race is run
I’ll surely pay for what I’ve done
But, then I look up and I see
This old man staring at me
He tells me I remind him of someone
His own boy he left at the age of 5
That probably thought his daddy died
And, how he wished he could tell him
He would say
I was on my way, had to leave that day
Tell my wife and boy that I love them
I gave my love to America
God I pray they treat him well
Oh, god I pray they treat well
God, I pray they treat him well