Raw Foreign Power
Old bones rattle on the lawn mower
Electric in nature through Texas grass
The brown wrinkled man is Spanish
Speaks English with a foreign accent
Thick as the greens he tractors through
Broken as his soul
Older than you know
The hills remember him as simple
Rumbling over weeds to make a living
To mow things down to make them pretty
Heavy lines take turns humming up above
Electric songs in nature through live wires
The man stops to take a beer
Under the oak he spies a row of trees
Weeping willows cry this time of year
He cuts the grass to keep it Gringo
Night falls on Jose and his widow
From across the border orders come
To leave the human race behind
They could never come fast enough for him
Moving through a landscape that's not his
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