| The lights of Laredo dance on the water
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| And shine in a young man’s eyes
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| Who stand on the border and dreams of paradise
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| He’s heard crazy stories
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| Of how people live over in the promised land
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| He heard they eat three meals a day
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| Just across the Rio Grande
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| He’s got a wife named Maria
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| And a baby named Rose
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| And another one to feed on the way
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| Two willing hands that couldn’t find work today
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| He stares at the river
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| And curses the future that he can’t understand
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| He knows the child would have a chance
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| Just across the Rio Grande
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| It’s only a river that’s not so deep or wide
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| A boy can throw a stone across and reach the other side
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| It’s just some muddy water
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| Cutting through the land
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| But a man can make a dream come true
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| Just across the Rio Grande
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| The lights of Laredo dance on the water
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| And shine in a young man’s eyes
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| Who stand on the border and dreams of paradise
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| He’s heard crazy stories of how good life is over in the promised land
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| And sometimes it seems like God must live
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| Just across the Rio Grande
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| Sometimes it seems like God must live
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| Just across the Rio Grande |