Not On Our Watch

[A] The fruit’s gonna die on the [E] vine
The [E7] lettuce will rot in the [A] field
Our brothers and sisters the [E] same
In [E7] deserts and prisons we [A] build

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Not on our [D] watch, not on our [A] dime
Not in our [E] name, no not this [A] time
Not on our [D] watch, not on our [A] dime
Not in our [E] name, no not this [A] time

In wagons, on horses, on foot
Westward from faraway places
Bearing the dreams of their clans
Hopes from across generations

More than the calf became fat
Soon the friends became foes
Barricades built along lines
Hoarding the fish and the loaves

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Mothers and fathers and sons
Daughters and their abuelitas
Doctors and teachers and cooks
Farmers and passionate preachers

But all that you see is my skin
And all that you hear is my name
We beg and we fight and we cry
Why must our tears be in vain?

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