| They meet down in Brownsville, in a little border dive
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| She was just looking for someone to dance with, he was
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| Just looking for a fight
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| They knew what they what they wanted, but that’s about
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| All they knew
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| They liked to be with each other, just to see what the
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| Other would do
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| They’re walking on the border, love that wild side
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| They’re walking on the border, ain’t they feeling fine
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| The sun fell on Loretta, asleep in the back of the van
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| Jim smoked his Camel, stared across the Rio Grande
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| He said «Hey wake up Loretta, we got some work to do
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| Got to see a friend of a friend, help a friend down in
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| Para crud»
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| They’re walking on the border, love that wild side
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| They’re walking on the border, ain’t they feeling fine
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| Back in Brownsville Texas, a week on down the road
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| They ran out of American money, ran out of Mexico
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| There was kissing on the corner, ain’t it good to be
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| Alive
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| Then they crashed the door of the liquor store, she
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| Handed him his .45
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| They’re walking on the border, love that wild side
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| They’re walking on the border, ain’t they feeling fine
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| Walking on the border, love that wild side
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| Walking on the boarder ain’t they feeling fine |