There are no stops when crossing the border

I am often asked about my fatherA man who crossed the so calledborder His mother paid a coyoteTo stuff him in a trunkThen walk faithfully through ColoradoIn December of 1979Not knowing much english$20 in his pocketHe bought the dreams you sold him I think about howEven 40 years laterHis favorite mealIs a Whopper with friesThe …