Eduardo C. Corral - In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes lyrics

In a Tex-Mex restaurant. His coworkers, unable to utter his name, renamed him Jalapeno. If I ask for a goldfish, he spits a glob of phlegm into a jar of water. The silver letters on his black belt spell Sangron. once, borracho, at dinner, he said: Jesus wasn't a snowman. Arriba Durango, Arriba Orizaba. Packed into a car trunk, he was smuggled into the States. [...] Oddly fragrant: wood smoke, lilac. He's an illegal. I'm an Illegal-American.