They came to California,up from Mexico, To work on the farms,and make a bit of dough, Picking fruit and veggies,was the way to go, They got picked on to,and they couldn't say no, They were exploited,and harassed to the exstreem, That's to bad,cause, this was their dream, If they talked or fought back,they would be gone, That's what Woodie sang about,in his song, Chorus And they had a big fight,trying to organize, To get what, they had coming,that was in their eyes, Some were, just loaded up,and sent back, They had no papers,and they got the sack, Bridge It was undeserving,what they would endure, But they were illegal,that was for sure, They would do their best,to cause a stir, ,To get them in a better spot,that was for sure, They were the pickers,that came every year, To make a little money,and had to live in fear, To put up, with abuse,so they could stay here, And keep their mouth shut,when the foreman was near, Chorus+Bridge A few of them got together,to fight back, They would bring a law suit,against the boss man Jack, They got a good lawyer,who would go to bat, And give it all he had,to get that dirty rat, He took advantage,of the poor Migrants, They were treated like dogs,tied to fire hydrants, Bus's came, in the night,and hauled them away, Back to Mexico,where they had to stay, Chorus
