What happened to the kid in the baseball cap?. Well he's trying to get home but I 'think he lost the 'map. What happened to the kid with the 'braces on his 'teeth?.
I've got 800 miles of open border. Right outside my door. Theres minute men in little pick up trucks. Who've declared their own damn war. . Now the government wants to build.
Uncle Tommy Gabriel, he played the blue piano. While Frank and Ava Gardener danced the wild Juaurenzi tango. Those were truly golden years my Uncle Tommy said.
The lights of the town were just shutting down. The sun was fresh on the rise. I met momma at the door, she'd been walking the floor. She said boy, you've got stars in your eyes.
The night my baby left me I crossed the bridge to Juarez avenue. Like that movie "Touch of evil" I got the Orson Wells, Marlene Dietrich blues. Where Orson walks in to the whore house and.
Homestead Pennsylvania, the home of the U.S. Steel. And the men down at the Homestead Works. Are sharing one last meal. Sauerkraut and kielbasa, a dozen beers or more.
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night. The Sky above and the mud below. They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight. The sky above and the mud below.
Panco Villa crossed the border in the year of ought sixteen. The people of Columbus still hear him riding through their dreams. He killed seventeen civilians you could hear the women scream.
I was walking down a quiet road in Ireland. Out beneath those tough old ancient stars. When I thought I heard old Scottish Mike singing Carrick Fergus.
Farewell to the lights of Madera, I'm leaving with the wind at my back. Tell all of my friends in Dos Palos, I'm gone but I'll be circling back. Now I'm crossing the Chowchilia River.
I was born in Oklahoma, 1931. Outside the town of Spavinaw. Where the red dust clouds the sun. And I ran beneath your diamond skies. And I drank your waves of grain.
Well I live out in Southern Arizona. I followed an abandoned railroad track. Trains they used run from Bisbee out to Juarez. But the copper mines are closed and the trains ain't comin' back.
There's a hound dog running all alone through the piney woods. Lord his howlin' tears the soul out of me. There's a jay bird calling up a funeral dirge.
The Dutchman is not the kind of man. To keep his thumb jambed in a dam that holds his dreams in.. But that's a secret only Margaret knows.. When Amsterdam is golden.
He had a vision of Anne Marie. With a rosary in her hand. So it's exit the rainmaker. The old gray flannel man. With a closet full of business suits. He left a letter near the phone.
Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scottsman's saloon. Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon. Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune.
There's a Mexican dead on a power line. He's deader than yesterday?s communion wine. He was trying to get something he couldn't afford for free. A poor man stealing electricity.
Out on the freight line there's an old hobo camp. Where a drunk man lay sleepin' in a ragged old tram. And the lines on his face mark a life on the run.
My name is Juanano de Castro. My father was a Spanish Grandee. But I won my wife in a card game. To hell with those lords o'er the sea. . Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely.
Barcelona is a woman's town women everywhere. Barcelona is a woman's eyes, raven gypsy hair. I got drunk in Barcelona and then she walked away from me.