| In the still of the desert, in the light of the moon
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| Armando walks all alone
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| And the river ahead holds promise and dread
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| And he’s 900 miles from his home.
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| He pays the coyotes,
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| Dodges La Migra
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| Walks for 400 days.
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| When he finally hits Austin
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| The boomtown is busting
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| But he takes what the contractor pays.
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| When the love for family is stronger than fear
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| When the desperation sets in,
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| A man will cross any line that is drawn
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| And who’s to say its a sin.
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| And he crossed himself at the borderline.
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| He wired the dollars to Elena back home
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| as he roomed with 10 desperate men.
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| When the builders had enough, the INS cuffed him
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| And its back to the border again.
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| A tearful reunion with family and friends,
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| but soon the reality sets in.
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| There’s no work to be found in the dry desert ground,
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| He must head for Estados again.
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| From Guadalajara come a man with no name,
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| He said you can have all that you need,
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| There’s no contract to sign but the terms are your life,
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| If you take my money and seed.
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| When the love for family is stronger than fear,
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| When the desperation sets in.
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| A man will cross any line that is drawn
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| And who’s to say it’s a sin,
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| And he crossed himself at the borderline.
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| Payments were made, the seed it was sown
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| Armondo watched the crop grow,
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| Even his brother-in-law in the army
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| was in on the plan from the go.
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| Seven months gone, and the crop gathered in
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| But the brother has a plan of his own
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| He orders a raid, the army invades
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| He takes what the village has grown.
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| In from the west came the man with no name,
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| He said someone must pay with their life
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| We know your brothers, your father, your mother,
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| Your children, your sister, your wife
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| Now we cannot touch your sister’s young husband
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| Tu Cunao is a military man
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| But you can decide who lives and who dies
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| And he placed the gun in his hand.
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| When the love for family is stronger than fear
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| When the desperation sets in
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| A man will cross any line that is drawn
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| And who’s to say its a sin,
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| And he crossed himself at the borderline.
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| In the still of the desert in the light of the moon,
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| Armando walks all alone.
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| And the river ahead
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| Holds promise and dread
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| And he’s 900 miles from his home. |