In 1968 a band of brothers from a small pueblo
of Rosa Morada, Mocorito in the state of Sinaloa, Mexico, left in search of
musical progress in San Jose, California. By the early 1970’s with the release
of their two early narco-corridos titled “Contrabando Y Tracion” and “La Banda
de Carro Rojo,” ballad songs which told the stories of a drug trafficking group
formed by “Emilio Varela [and] Camelia La Tejana,” help push the immigrant band
to fame (web). Besides singing the thrilling narco-corridos the band as well
plays regular corridos which gave voice to the immigrant community, by
presenting songs that tell the struggles of the undocumented immigrant as well
as political issues in both the U.S. and Mexico which served as driving forces,
the band has composed songs like "La Jaula De Oro” in 1986, (Web). Though
the band is viewed as a pioneer group in the Mexican corridor and narco-corrido
genre, “the group has never allowed their image to be misrepresented by being
photographed with weapons or by the use of offensive language in their music.
They have also taken it upon themselves to express their love and respect of
women in their songs and to never glorify ‘narcotic’ themes, instead
approaching the subject in the group’s role of “true-to-life” storytellers,”
(web).
We are more american
They have shouted at me a thousand times I
should go back to my country
Because there’s no room for me here
I want to remind the gringos: I didn’t cross the border, the border crossed to me
America was born free, but men divided it
They marked a line so that I jump it
And they can call me “invader”
And that’s a very frequent mistake
They took from us eight states
Who’s then the invader?
I’m a foreigner in my own land
And I didn’t come here to cause you trouble
I’m a hard-working man
Because there’s no room for me here
I want to remind the gringos: I didn’t cross the border, the border crossed to me
America was born free, but men divided it
They marked a line so that I jump it
And they can call me “invader”
And that’s a very frequent mistake
They took from us eight states
Who’s then the invader?
I’m a foreigner in my own land
And I didn’t come here to cause you trouble
I’m a hard-working man
And if history isn’t lying
The powerful nation settled here, in the glory
Among brave warriors,
Indians of two continents mixed with Spaniards
And if we take centuries into account
We are more American
We are more American than the children of the Anglo-Saxons
The powerful nation settled here, in the glory
Among brave warriors,
Indians of two continents mixed with Spaniards
And if we take centuries into account
We are more American
We are more American than the children of the Anglo-Saxons
They got from us without money the waters of the
Río Grande
And they took from us Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado
Also California and Nevada were taken away
Utah was not enough, so they took Wyoming as well
I’m the blood of the Indian
I’m Latin American, I’m mestizo
We are made of all colours
And of all trades
And if we take into account centuries
And they took from us Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado
Also California and Nevada were taken away
Utah was not enough, so they took Wyoming as well
I’m the blood of the Indian
I’m Latin American, I’m mestizo
We are made of all colours
And of all trades
And if we take into account centuries
even if it hurts our neighbours
We are more American
Than all of the gringos
We are more American
Than all of the gringos
Ya me gritaron mil
veces que me regrese a mi tierra,
Porque aqui no quepo yo
Quiero recordarle al gringo: Yo no cruce la frontera, la frontera me
cruzo.
America nacio libre, el hombre la dividio. Ellos pintaron la raya, para
que yo la brincara y me llaman imbasor es un error bien marcado
nos quitaron ocho estados quien es aqui el imbasor. Soy extranjero en
mi tierra, y no vengo a darles guerra, soy hombre trabajador.
Porque aqui no quepo yo
Quiero recordarle al gringo: Yo no cruce la frontera, la frontera me
cruzo.
America nacio libre, el hombre la dividio. Ellos pintaron la raya, para
que yo la brincara y me llaman imbasor es un error bien marcado
nos quitaron ocho estados quien es aqui el imbasor. Soy extranjero en
mi tierra, y no vengo a darles guerra, soy hombre trabajador.
Y si no miente la
historia, aqui se asento en la gloria la poderosa nacion
entre guerreros valientes, indios de dos continentes, mezclados
con espanol. Y si a los siglos nos vamos: somos mas americanos,
somos mas americanos que el hijo del anglo-saxon.
entre guerreros valientes, indios de dos continentes, mezclados
con espanol. Y si a los siglos nos vamos: somos mas americanos,
somos mas americanos que el hijo del anglo-saxon.
Nos compraron sin
dinero las aguas del rio bravo. Y nos quitaron a
Texas, Nuevo Mexico, Arizona y Colorado. Tambien volo California y
Nevada con Utah no se llenaron, el estado de Wyoming, tambien
nos lo arrebataron Yo soy la sangre del indio Soy latino soy mestizo
Somos de todos colores Y de todos los oficios Y si contamos los siglos
Aunque le duela al vecino Somos mas americanos Que todititos los
gringos
Texas, Nuevo Mexico, Arizona y Colorado. Tambien volo California y
Nevada con Utah no se llenaron, el estado de Wyoming, tambien
nos lo arrebataron Yo soy la sangre del indio Soy latino soy mestizo
Somos de todos colores Y de todos los oficios Y si contamos los siglos
Aunque le duela al vecino Somos mas americanos Que todititos los
gringos
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