Uploaded November 2024 | Updated September 2026, 9 hours ago
LYRICS:
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 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 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 bearing down on my chest
It's just a border I guess
From the shacks and the shanties come the hungry and poor
Some to drown at the crosses some to suffer no more
Guess you've heard about Campos and Ramien
Both of them friends of mine both good men
They did one thing right and look what they got
Federal prison where they're both gonna rot
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
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"The Border" - written by Rodney Crowell & Allen Shamblin.
#notautotuned #notpitchcorrected
LYRICS:
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 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 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 bearing down on my chest
It's just a border I guess
From the shacks and the shanties come the hungry and poor
Some to drown at the crosses some to suffer no more
Guess you've heard about Campos and Ramien
Both of them friends of mine both good men
They did one thing right and look what they got
Federal prison where they're both gonna rot
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
________________________________________________________________
"The Border" - written by Rodney Crowell & Allen Shamblin.
#notautotuned #notpitchcorrected
