Minimum Wage
Lila Downs Lyrics


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Traveled seven hundred miles
Crossed the border to the States
With a plastic bottle running
Cross the desert in a shake

Come to English only country
Hidin' from the minutemen
Come to make this place my home
Run a long, long way from then

Story of a lifetime
For the minimum wage

Well, they chased me through the desert
Then the agents strapped me down
Then they ask me why in Spanish
Why you keep on comin' back?

When I left my dad in Jersey
And my sister in Des Moines
They've been workin' in this country
Pickin' lettuce, washing floors

Story of a lifetime
For the minimum wage

Well, they raised me to eight dollars
'Cause I washed the dishes fast
Well, the boss, he got me workin'
On the porch and in the back

Then I wash the dish and rinse it
Then I go home late and sleep
Well, I need to be awake now
'Cause I walk out in my sleep

When I see that black van comin'
Then I know I'm sure to run
Goddamn them agents caught me
Cuffed me on the spot

For the minimum wage

No one forced the boss to hire me
But it's nearly been fifteen
When I left my baby cryin'
With a promise in my skin

On the outskirts of L.A.
I recite a native poem
Million hands, ten thousand years
It's the season for the crop

It's my people doin' the pickin'
In the valley of the dolls
It's a decent job to work at
Any day I'll take this job

Ethiopian, Colombian, Pakistani, Cantonese
Every man that I run into
All the kitchens on the strip
And they're pluggin' in them hours
Smilin' in their dreams

They´re a long, long way from home now
But they lookin' to be free
California, Alabama and Missouri, Oregon
They been workin' like their fathers were
A long, long time ago

For the minimum wage
For the minimum wage
For the minimum wage
For, for, for, for the minimum wage

It's a bumpy road to ride in
But I'll take it anytime
It's a bumpy road to take
But I'll take it day

It's a bumpy road to take




But I'll take it anytime
For the minimum wage

Overall Meaning

In "Minimum Wage," Lila Downs tells the story of a Mexican migrant who crosses the border into the United States to work for minimum wage. The song highlights the struggle and hardships of migrant workers who leave their homeland and families to pursue a better life in the U.S. At the same time, it raises the issue of illegal immigration and the oppressive systems in place that exploit and marginalize these people.


The first two verses describe the migrant's journey, leaving everything behind in search of a better life in the U.S. The third verse describes how the migrant is hired for minimum wage and works tirelessly, facing harassment and exploitation from their employer. The final verse talks about the larger picture of migrant workers from different ethnic backgrounds and their struggles working for minimum wage. Throughout the song, Downs emphasizes the humanity of these workers and their desire to be free and live a better life.


Line by Line Meaning

Traveled seven hundred miles
I traveled a great distance to come to America.


Crossed the border to the States
I crossed over the border illegally to enter the United States.


With a plastic bottle running
I had limited provisions and had to carry them in a plastic bottle while I ran across the desert.


Cross the desert in a shake
I crossed the desert quickly, fearing the dangers that lay ahead.


Come to English only country
I came to a country where English was the only language spoken.


Hidin' from the minutemen
I was hiding from a group of people who were trying to catch people like me who entered the country illegally.


Come to make this place my home
I came to America to make it my home even though I entered illegally.


Run a long, long way from then
I ran away from my past, hoping to start anew in America.


Story of a lifetime
This is the story of my life.


For the minimum wage
I am working for the lowest possible amount of money.


Well, they chased me through the desert
People chased me through the desert while trying to catch people like me who had entered the country without permission.


Then the agents strapped me down
Then, the immigration officers restrained me for questioning.


Then they ask me why in Spanish
They asked me questions in Spanish about why I kept coming back to the United States.


Why you keep on comin' back?
Why do you keep coming back to America illegally?


When I left my dad in Jersey
When I left my father in New Jersey after coming to America.


And my sister in Des Moines
And my sister in Des Moines, Iowa.


They've been workin' in this country
They have been working in America to make ends meet.


Pickin' lettuce, washing floors
They have been doing manual labor jobs like picking lettuce and washing floors to earn money.


Well, they raised me to eight dollars
My boss increased my salary to $8 an hour for washing dishes swiftly.


'Cause I washed the dishes fast
I was rewarded with a raise because I washed dishes quickly.


Well, the boss, he got me workin'
My boss assigned me work in the front and back of the restaurant.


On the porch and in the back
I worked both in the restaurant's front porch and the kitchen's back.


Then I wash the dish and rinse it
I washed dishes and then rinsed them to get them sparkling clean.


Then I go home late and sleep
I went home late and went to sleep after working hard all day.


Well, I need to be awake now
I need to stay awake now.


'Cause I walk out in my sleep
I have a bad habit of sleepwalking and need to stay awake to avoid danger.


When I see that black van comin'
When I see a black van coming, I know I must run.


Then I know I'm sure to run
I know that I need to run away to avoid being caught.


Goddamn them agents caught me
The immigration agents caught and arrested me.


Cuffed me on the spot
The immigration agents handcuffed me right away.


No one forced the boss to hire me
The boss wasn't forced to hire me; he did it of his own free will to get cheap labor.


But it's nearly been fifteen
But I have been working for the boss for almost fifteen years.


When I left my baby cryin'
When I left my crying baby behind to come to America.


With a promise in my skin
With a tattoo symbolizing my commitment to my child and my hope of providing a better future for my family.


On the outskirts of L.A.
In the outskirts of Los Angeles, California.


I recite a native poem
I speak a poem in my native language, reminiscing about my roots and heritage.


Million hands, ten thousand years
All the people who have worked in America's fields through the ages and all the future generations of laborers who will work in them are represented by these lines.


It's the season for the crop
It is time to harvest the crops.


It's my people doin' the pickin'
People from my community are the ones picking the crops.


In the valley of the dolls
In fields where the workers are far away from civilization and are never seen or heard by most Americans.


It's a decent job to work at
Working in the fields is a respectable job since it provides a livelihood for many people.


Any day I'll take this job
I will take this job any day since it provides a means to earn a living.


Ethiopian, Colombian, Pakistani, Cantonese
People from all over the world come to America to work and try to make a living.


Every man that I run into
No matter who I meet, they are in America, working hard to make ends meet.


All the kitchens on the strip
People of all races work in restaurants and participate in the service industry.


And they're pluggin' in them hours
People work tirelessly every day, putting their hours into laboring to make a living.


Smilin' in their dreams
People dream of a better life for themselves and their families while they smile in their sleep.


They're a long, long way from home now
Many people who come to America to make a living are far from their hometowns and homes.


But they lookin' to be free
Despite their geographic distance from home, they are hoping to be free from financial struggle and poverty.


California, Alabama and Missouri, Oregon
People come from all across the United States to work hard labor jobs.


They been workin' like their fathers were
These people are following in their fathers' footsteps, who labored in America.


A long, long time ago
Many generations of people have worked hard in America to make a living.


It's a bumpy road to ride in
The road to get to this point definitely wasn't easy.


But I'll take it anytime
But despite the hardships, it's worth it.


It's a bumpy road to take
The road ahead won't be easy either.


But I'll take it day
But I am willing to take it one day at a time.


For the minimum wage
For the lowest possible amount of money, I am willing to work hard and strive for a better life.




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