I didn't say goodbye to my friends,
I said goodbye to my love and my parents.
Alone I cried where there were none to bear witness
and only the Lord knew of my sorrow,
and only the Lord knew of my sorrow.
I reached the north without a cent,
with sadness I left my homeland.
Oh, if the Rio Bravo could speak,
which I crossed through an old path,
which I crossed through an old path.
Rio Grande, Westland, San Antonio,
Houston, Dallas, all in my song.
Texas, Texas is so vast
but it fits here in my heart.
I didn't say goodbye to the boys
but I've sent them a postcard,
it reads: "Hey, you bunch of drunks", but seriously,
your friend the illegal misses you,
your friend the illegal misses you.
How lovely are the bordering states of
Illinois, California and Tennessee,
but over there in my Mexican homeland,
a little piece of heaven awaits me
a little piece of heaven awaits me.
Goodbye Laredo, Westland and San Antonio,
Houston, Dallas, all in my song,
goodbye El Paso, I've arrived to Chamizal.
Your friend the illegal has returned,
your friend the illegal is leaving now,
your friend the illegal has returned,
your friend the illegal is leaving now.