Текст Chris Rea – Immigration Blues

I came here to work
And take up the rope
Give contributuion
In this land of hope

My cousin told me
Steal your mother’s ring of gold
Raise every single dollar
Oh before we get too old
Now I’m standing in an endless line
Waiting for some news
My dignity cries for mercy
With those immigration blues

Don’t know where my cousin went to
Maybe they sent him back alone
I miss the ones I left so badly
Maybe I should have stayed back home
Somebody knows a dealer
Now it seems I don’t get to choose
So I got to try whatever
Kick out these immigration blues, yeah
Those immigration blues