Lyrics The Border - Rodney Crowell, John Jorgenson

The Border

I work on the border
I see what I see
I work on the border
And it’s workin' on me
I lie awake at night
Knowing what I know
There’s a price on the head of
Every border patrol
Where the smugglers do business
That’s where I make a stand
I know this old desert
Like the back of my hand
I see greed in the bushes
I see snakes in the dark
Some are friends of my brothers
Can’t you hear them dogs bark?
I come home to Maria
At the end of the day
In the shape of a shadow
Holding demons at bay
It’s just the border, they say
It was Mexican soldiers
Out of a black Humvee
With their guns to their shoulders
Aimed at my partner and me
Ah, they drove away laughing
But the message was clear:
We don’t care about nothing
But the money down here
I come home to Maria
In a bulletproof vest
With the weight of the whole wide world
Bearing down on my chest
It’s just the border, I guess
From the shacks and the shanties
Come the hungry and poor
Some to drown at the crossing
Some to suffer no more
I guess you heard about Campos
And Ramien
Both of 'em friends of mine
Both good men
They did one right thing
And look what they got
Federal prison
Where they’re both gonna rot
I come home to Maria
Where else would I go?
Across the river to die by myself
Down in old Mexico?
It’s just the border, you know