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I got my discharge from Fort IrwinTook a place on the San Diego county lineFelt funny bein' a civilian againIt'd be some timeMy wife had died a year agoI was still tryin' to find my way back wholeWent to work for the INS on the lineWith the California border patrolBobby Ramirez was a ten year veteranWe became friendsHis family was fromGuanajuatoSo the job it was different for himHe said "They risk death in the deserts and mountainsPay all they got to the smugglers ringsWe send 'em home and they come right back againCarl hunger is a powerful thing."Well I was good at doin' what I was tol'd Kept my uniform pressed and cleanAt night I chased their shadowsThru the arroyos and ravinesDrug runners farmers with their familiesYoung women with little children by their sidesCome night we'd wait out in the canyonsAnd try to keep 'em from crossin' the lineWell the first time that I saw herShe was in the holdin' penOur eyes met and she looked awayThen she looked back againHer hair was black as coalHer eyes reminded me of what I'd lostShe had a young child cryin' in her armsI asked "Senora is there anything I can do?"There's a bar in TijuanaWhere me and Bobby drink alongsideThe same people we'd sent back the day beforeShe said her name was LouisaShe was from Sonora and had just come northWe danced and I held her in my armsAnd I knew what I would doShe said she had some family in Madera countyIf she her child and younger brother could just get thruAt night they come across the leveeIn the searchlight's dusty glowWe'd rush 'em in our BroncosForce 'em back down into the river belowShe climbed into my truckShe leaned toward me and we kissedAs we drove her brother's shirt slipped openAnd I saw the tape across his chestWe were just about on the highwayWhen Bobby's jeep come up in the dust on my rightI pulled over and let my engine runAnd stepped out into his lightsI felt myself movin'My gun restin' 'neath my handWe stood there starin' at each otherAs off thru the arroyo she ranBobby Ramirez he never said nothin'6 months later I left the lineI drifted to the central valleyAnd took what work I could findAt night I searched the local barsAnd the migrant townsLookin' for my LouisaWith the black hair fallin' down
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