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^CI got my discharge from Fort Irwin

^Ftook a place on the San D^Ciego county line

^Ffelt funny bein' ^Ca civilian again

^Git'd been some time

^Cmy wife had died a year ago

^FI was still tryin' to ^Cfind my way back whole

^FI went to wor^Ck for the INS on the line

^Gwith the California Bo^Crder Patrol

^FBobby Ramirez was a ten year veteran

^Cand we became friends

^Fhis family was from Gua^Cnajuato

^Gso the job it was different for him

^Che said' "They risk death in the deserts and mountains"

^Fpay all they got to the ^Csmugglers rings,

^Fwe send 'em home and they^C come right back again

^GCarl, hunger is a po^Cwerful thing."

^FWell I was good at doin' wha^Ct I was told

^Fkept my uniform press^Ced and clean

^Fat night I chased the^Cir shadows

^Gthrough the arroyos and ravines

^CDrug runners, farmers with their families,

^Fyoung women with little child^Cren by their sides

^Fcome night we'd wai^Ct out in the canyons

^Gand try to keep 'em from ^Ccrossin' the line

^Fshe was in the ho^Cldin' pen

^FOur eyes met and she l^Cooked away

^Gthen she looked back again

^Cher hair was black as coal

^Fher eyes reminded me of^C what I'd lost

^Fshe had a young child cryin' in her arms

^Cand I asked, "Se^Gnora, is there anything I c^Can do"

^Am7There's a bar in Tijuana

^Fwhere me and Bobby drink alongside

^Cthe same people^G we'd sent back th^Ce day before

^Am7we met there she said her nam^Fe was Louisa

^Cshe was from Sonora and ^Ghad just come north

^Am7we danced and I held her in^F my arms

^Gand I kn^Cew what I would do

^FShe said she had so^Cme family in Madera county

^Gif she, her child and her y^Counger brother could just get through

^Fin the searchlights d^Custy glow

^Fwe'd rush 'em in^C our Broncos

^Gand force 'em back down into the river below

^Cshe climbed into my truck

^Fshe leaned towards me and^C we kissed

^Fas we drove her brothers shirt sl^Cipped open

^Gand I saw the tape acros^Cs his chest

^Am7We were just about ^Fon the highway

^Cwhen Bobby's jeep co^Gme up in the^C dust on my right

^Am7I pulled over and let ^Fmy engine run

^Cand stepped ou^Gt into his lights

^Am7I felt myself movin'

^Ffelt my gun restin' 'neath ^Gmy han^Cd

^Fwe stood there s^Ctarin' at each other

^Gas off through the arr^Coyo she ran

^F6 months later I left the ^Cline

^FI drifted to the centr^Cal valley

^Gand took what work I could find

^Cat night I searched the local bars

^Fand the migrant towns

^CLookin' for my Louisa

^Gwith the bl^Cack hair fallin' down