Native Son

Crawling past rats, past the border guards.
Picking your fruit, sewing your clothes,
Cleaning your yards,
All the heartache and pain is
Worth the moment I've won.
Seeing the smiling face on my newborn son.

Native son, where you from?
You're one of the bold and the brave.
Native son, you don't have to run.
Your heart is pure, your soul is saved.

Packing the crack, packing the 'forty-four.
Head into the night, out the door, to score.
Man! It's a trap. Shots blast! Pain explodes!
Just another brother bleedin' on the street,
Another native son blown!

Native son, where you from?
Where are you going to?
Native son, put down that gun.
Your running days are through.

Runnin' through the jungle,
Fleeing from the Viet Cong.
Bribing the boat captain
To take my family along.
Fighting' off thirst, fighting' off pirate guns.
Some of us will make it ashore
To become native sons.

Native sons, --
From wherever we come.

© Lyrics & Song by Charlie Domokos