Story Behind The Song
True story. The Ecuadorian national police tried (and failed) to throw me and my family out of our home in a remote village in Galapagos. I wrote this song for (and gave it to) the governor of Galapagos. The governor subsequently changed the law to allow
Song Description
A Chet Atkins style country folk tune protesting the poor treatment of strangers.
| Song Length |
2:16 |
Genre |
Folk - Country, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Nonviolent, Jovial |
Subject |
World, Protest |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Arlo Guthrie |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1930 - 1939 |
| |
Lyrics
The Man from immigration came to my house today,
Said, "You ain't from this nation, you simply cannot stay.
There's been a declaration, your papers ain't no good.
Your quick evacuation'd surely suit this neighborhood
You ain't no permanent resident and now your name is mud.
Y'ain't nothing but a transient, I can see it in your blood.
Your temperament is badly bent and this is not your home.
So load 'em up. Move 'em out. Adios. Shalom."
I said with fascination, "Sir, please make me understand.
Who's got such duration that's still living on this land?
The only population semi-permanent around
Is that silent congregation pushing daisies six feet down!
Don't wanna be a permanent resident, I just don't like the view
From underneath the firmament with peckerheads like you.
Don't care if your the president of the government, you'll end up under grass.
So take my travel documents and shove 'em up your ass!
Don't wanna be a permanent resident. I simply want to roam
Keep your silly armaments. Adios. Shalom.
Adios. Shalom.
Adios Shalom.