Inna came from Mexico
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She tried to find a job
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Figured she’d work on rich girls’ nails
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That couldn’t be so hard
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Inna’s got a twelve year old
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And she dies inside
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She can’t clear the picture from her eyes
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Of leaving that little girl behind
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But she’s gonna find a daddy here
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And her girl’s gonna come here too
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But just like every other dream so far
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She knows that one probably won’t come true
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And you can see it in her smile looking at her eyes
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Yeah that’s right, she keeps her smile when she’s about to cry
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I think she knows the truth but she whispers faith
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Inna’s friends back home think she’s got it made
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Every week she sends some money home
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Says things here are going well
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She doesn’t let the tears touch the page
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And stain the letter all to hell
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I met Inna at a grocery store
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We were waiting in line
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I asked her who the Barbie doll was for
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You’d thought that I had asked her who died
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I started to apologize
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I was just trying to kill some time
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I still can’t keep Inna from my mind
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But I will never look behind
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‘Cause I can see it in her smile looking at her eyes
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Yeah that’s right, she keeps her smile when she’s about to cry
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I think she knows the truth but she whispers faith
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Inna’s friends back home ? they think she’s got it made
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Inna From Mexico
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| Jack Ingram |
