I started from the very bottom|Because I was born in the countryside|It was really tough|Who can deny it||Sometimes tortillas were hard|A good broth of beans|I remember my father and mother|Struggling to raise us||Childhood remained in the mountains|Years passed by|I decided to leave my homeland|Crossed the Rio Grande||In the United States|I met a Mexican woman|She became a part of my life|To move forward|I had plenty of determination|I fought for my family||Many luxuries and pleasures|I enjoyed them|Those days are not forgotten|This is coming from an immigrant|Who always looked ahead|In case you didn't know||Life turned around on me|What I had was gone|My wife had left me|She no longer followed me||The streets became my home|I missed my children|They grew up without parents|Because of a raid||I returned to my old folks|Once again I walked in the dust|I came back the way I went|Because I had lost everything|Now that I'm with them|I realize that in life|Not everything is money|I thank my dear Lord|For taking care of them a bit|And allowing me to see them again||The life of my past|Was tough how can I forget it|We truly suffered|The story of a deported man|I leave it as a reminder|For all those towns|||Spanish Language Version||EmpecŽ de mero abajo, |Porque nac' alla en el rancho,|V'a dif'cil en serio,|Haber quien puede negarlo||La tortilla a veces dura, |De frijoles un buen caldo,|Mi Padre y Madre recuerdo|Batallando para criarnos||La infancia quedo en la sierra,|Hab'an pasado los anos,|Decid' dejar Mi Tierra,|Me cruce por el R'o Bravo||En la uniâ"n Americana,|Conoc' una Mexicana,|La hice parte de mi vida,|Para salid adelante,|Me sobraron muchas ganas,|Luchaba por mi familia ||Varios lujos y placeres,|Me gustaba disfrutarle,|No se olvidan esos d'as,|Esta hablando un inmigrante,|Que siempre vio pa delante,|Por si ustedes no sab'an ||La vida me dio la vuelta,|Se acabo lo que tenia,|Mi mujer me hab'a dejado,|Conmigo ya no segu'a||Las calles fueron mi casa,|A mis hijos extra-aba,|Ellos crecieron sin padres,|Por culpa de una redada||Regrese con mis viejitos,|Otra vez camine en polvo,|As' como fui me vine,|Porque hab'a perdido todo||Ahora que ya estoy con ellos,|Me doy cuenta que en la vida,|No todo lo es el dinero,|Agradezco a mi Diosito,|Por cuidarmelos tantito|Y poder volver a verlos||La vida de mi pasado,|Fue dura como olvidarlo,|Si le sufrimos enserio|La historia de un deportado,|Se las dejo de recuerdo|Para todos esos Pueblos!