The Border - Willie Nelson

Lyrics by：Rodney Crowell/Allen Shamblin

Composed by：Rodney Crowell/Allen Shamblin

Produced by：Buddy Cannon

I work on the border

I see what I see

I work on the border

And it's working on me

I lie awake at night

Knowing what I know

There's a price on the hit

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 a border they say

It was Mexican soldiers

Out of a black Humvee

With their guns to their shoulders

Aimed at my partner and me

As 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

Barring down on my chest

It's just a border I guess

From the shacks and the shanty's

Come the hungry and poor

Some to drown at the crosses

Some to suffer no more

Guess you heard about cowboys

And row me in the end

Both of them friends of mine

Both good men

They did one thing right

And look what they got

Federal prison

Where they've both gotta run

I come home to Maria

Where else would I go

'Cross the river to die by myself

Down in old Mexico

It's just the border you know