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