The Immigrant's Stop
Ernest Samuel Llime
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So I open my mouth and all
you people stare at me,
Well, I'm not from Alabama
and there ain't no banjo on my knee.
I come from a place with a
name you never hear
I've travelled many miles
but now I know I'll just stop here.
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Yes, I could be Italian, or
I could be Greek,
Or I could be an Indian or
an Arab sheik
But don't feel so uneasy
when you look at me
'Cause I could be your
brother if you'll be allowing me only let me be
I'm gonna stay right here
and help you with that dream,
I'm gonna clean your
offices, gonna pump your gasoline
If you're the learning from
your past kind, then you have learned that this is true,
I'm gonna be an American,
just about as good as you.
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When you sing that song
about the shores of Tripoli,
Don't forget it also speaks
of someone just like me.
And those other that made
it all easier to bear,
Remember that some writers
brought them here from over there.
Copyright © 2005 Ernest Samuel Llime. All
Rights Reserved.
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