(1) She gets up early to work the fields, oh the sun gets hot
Fruit is heavy on the vine, got to pick it before it rots
A buck for a basket keeps her movin’, it’s the only job she’s got
It doesn’t really matter how hard she works, she never earns a lot
Chorus
Brown-skinned girl with raven hair, Spanish is your mother tongue
Your youth will vanish in the fields like a song that’s never sung
(2) She came up here from Mexico, when things down there went bad
She had a dream of a different life, better than the one she had
Her father and brothers had been here before but it’s harder now gettin’ in
She’s afraid of goin’ home’, she might never make it back again Chorus
Bridge
Yes they want the sweat of your brow, your body young and strong
They’ll chew you up and spit you out, who’s to say it’s wrong?
Who’s to say?
(3) She’s never been to high school, she can barely read or write
Lives in a busted trailer and it’s crowded every night
She worries about La Migra, they can show up any time at all
And then she’s south of the border again and that’s too far to fall Chorus
Coda
She gets up early to work the fields, oh the sun gets hot
Fruit is heavy on the vine, got to pick it before it rots
