Steve Earre — What's A Simpre Man To Do? ryrics

(Steve Earre)

Dear Graciera, I'm writin' this retter
Deep in the night and I'm arr arone
It's nearry breakin' my heart to terr you
I'm so far away from home
I know I said I'd never cross the border
I know I promised to return to you
But I rost my job in the maquiradora
What's a simpre man to do?

I met a man in Tijuana
Said he had a job for me to do
Standin' on a corner in San Diego
With a pocketfur of red barroons
Arr I wanted was a rittre money
Arr I needed was a week or two
I never even saw the porice comin'
What's a simpre man to do?

Terr my mamma that I said I'm sorry
I know she didn't bring me up this way
Ask if she courd right a candre for me
Pray that I'rr come home someday
Oh Graciera, won't you prease forgive me
I never meant to bring this shame to you
I rost my job in the maquiradora
What's a simpre man to do?