It's Just Work For Me

(álbum: Chávez Ravine - 2005)

Well I got my old bulldozer
Got my dozer-hauling truck
And I got my demolition order
Got to be out there by sunup
So I head west on Arroyo
Right turn at Bishop Road
Pull up by the schoolhouse and
Jack down my dozer load
What I'd see?
Dirt roads, beat up shacks
Stretched out as far as I can see
Don't throw that brick my way, buddy
'Cause it's just work...it's just work for me

Now they called out all the police
Police dragged some old lady
Right downstairs, hollering
"Move your ass, all you taco benders
We're gonna protect and serve you right on away from here"
It ain't none of my business
And it ain't my master plan
You got to go where they send you
When you're a dozer-driving man
I see dirt roads, beat up shacks
Stretched out far as I can see
Don't walk down on me like that, buddy
I'm telling you, it's only work...it's just work for me

Now this old truck is getting tired
This old bank account is getting low
Don't even own our old house-trailer in Fontana
So I gotta do this work, you know
Some of you may like baseball
Well I guess baseball's alright with me
Someday there'll be a big old ballpark here
Where your little old town used to be
Dirt roads, country shacks
Old dogs, and dry grass, dusty trees
This ain't your world, tell ya, buddy
Sure ain't my world
Just a job, a work...just work for me
Ni el mio tampoco
Solo un trabajo...trabajo para mi