Elanito De Leon rides his bike four miles from home*
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To work hard in the fields of his endeavor
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Elanito's momma sighed, Dios mio will provide
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And let our humble home survive forever
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The night is late, where can he be
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It's after dark she can barely see
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the gatepost where he parks his bike
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The hours they start seeming like forever
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Now the weeks have come and gone
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No Elano DeLeon
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We can't lose hope we pray for his survival
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Still his momma's mind is full
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of thinking the unthinkable
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He is such a good boy
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Dios mio
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Elanito DeLeon
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We feel so helpless and alone
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What can we do it hurts so bad
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We are all so very sad without you
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Elanito's momma sighed, Dios mio will provide
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And let our humble home survive forever
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The Ballad Of Elano Deleon
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Reckless Kelly |