I got my discharge from Fort Irwin

took a place on the San Diego county line

felt funny bein' a civilian again

it'd been some time

my wife had died a year ago

I was still tryin' to find my way back whole

went to work for the INS on the line

With the California Border Patrol



Bobby Ramirez was a ten-year veteran

We became friends

his family was from Guanajuato

so the job it was different for him

He said' "They risk death in the deserts and mountains"

pay all they got to the smugglers rings,

we send 'em home and they come right back again

Carl, hunger is a powerful thing."



Well I was good at doin' what I was told

kept my uniform pressed and clean

at night I chased their shadows

through the arroyos and ravines



drug runners, farmers with their families,

young women with little children by their sides

come night we'd wait out in the canyons

and try to keep 'em from crossin' the line



Well the first time that I saw her

she was in the holdin' pen

Our eyes met and she looked away

then she looked back again

her hair was black as coal

her eyes reminded me of what I'd lost

she had a young child cryin' in her arms

and I asked, "Senora, is there anything I can do"



There's a bar in Tijuana

where me and Bobby drink alongside

the same people we'd sent back the day before

we met there she said her name was Louisa

she was from sonora and had just come north

we danced and I held her in my arms

and I knew what I would do

she said she had some family in Madera county

if she, her child and her younger brother could just get through



At night they come across the levy

in the searchlights dusty glow

we'd rush 'em in our Broncos

and force 'em back down into the river below

she climbed into my truck

she leaned towards me and we kissed

as we drove her brothers shirt slipped open

and I saw the tape across his chest



We were just about on the highway

when Bobby's jeep come up in the dust on my right

I pulled over and let my engine run

and stepped out into his lights

I felt myself movin'

felt my gun restin' 'neath my hand

we stood there starin' at each other

as off through the arroyo she ran



Bobby Ramirez he never said nothin'

6 months later I left the line

I drifted to the central valley

and took what work I could find

at night I searched the local bars

and the migrant towns

Lookin' for my Louisa