Dear Graciela I'm writin' this letter. Deep in the night and I'm all alone. It's nearly breakin' my heart to tell you. I'm so far away from home. I know I said I'd never cross the border. I know I promised to return to you. But I lost my job in the maquiladora. What's a simple man to do?. I met a man in Tijuana. Said he had a job for me to do. Standin' on a corner in San Diego. With a pocketful of red balloons. All I wanted was a little money. All I needed was a week or two. I never even saw the police comin'. What's a simple man to do?. Tell my mamma that I said I'm sorry. I know she didn't bring me up this way. Ask if she could light a candle for me. Pray that I'll come home someday. Oh Graciela won't you please forgive me. I never meant to bring this shame to you. I lost my job in the maquiladora. What's a simple man to do?