The First White Man To Touch California Soil

Me and all the mates are sailing on

Down the colorado river, gone

These men have a liking to be free

And this is all the land we'll ever need

They called it our suicide

But all around us now curls the breeze

And you must know it's hard to see reality

Meanwhile we've been working to the bone

Knocking up this letter to the queen

But we'll never make it through the seas

With every little letter in tow

In this town it remains to be seen

But i know i love you so

But it's never up up above

It's always sweeping down in the streets below

They called it our suicide

But all around us now curls the breeze

And you must know it's hard to see reality

Now we're in this country living free

And we got that same mentality

How the colorado used to flow

Now your neighbor's greener grasses grow

My name is not joaquin but i know-

It still goes

The cats who moved that border down

We're the same ones who just stole your homes