got those deportation blues

I'd like to tell you what's going on with the green card thing, but sadly I can't because I have no idea. So I wrote a song instead.

Deportation Blues

Oh, my baby's got a Green Card,
and I got the Deportation Blues.
That's right! My baby's got that Green Card...
and I got the Deportation Blues.

Well, they tole him down to the INS
That he ain't got the right
To be makin' payments on this house
or sleepin' well at night.

They took him down to that ol' sterile room
and tole him he better pray
that Guatemala still has space for him
'Cuz he's leaving' for there today.

Oh, my baby's got a Green Card,
and I got the Deportation Blues.
Oh, yes, my honey's got a Green Card,
and I got them Deportation Blues.

Well, I know he came here legally --
As legal as legal can be.
He had himself a pretty wife
And his own Social Security.

But now they're sayin' that Green Card
They done sent him in the mail
Ain't really a valid Green Card,
And I say, "What the hale?!?"

Lawd, my baby's got a Green Card,
and I got the Deportation Blues.
Oh, yes, my darlin's got a Green Card,
but me, I got the Deportation Blues.

Well now, my baby got hisself a lawyer,
With steel a-glintin' in her eye.
"They ain't sendin' you back to Guate,"
She's sayin', "till I lay down and die."

And now we sit here waitin',
Just a-hopin' she's pistol-smart,
'Cuz if my baby done gets deported...
Well, my Spanish just ain't up to par.

See, my baby's got his green card,
and I got the Deportation Blues.
Oh yes, my sweetie's got a Green Card...
Oh but Ahhhh...Ahhh got...them Deeeeportaaaaaation Bluuuuuues.

Yeahhhh.