The Border Willie Nelson

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 hit
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 shapе of a shadow, holding demons at bay
‘It’s just a border,’ they say

It was Mеxican soldiers
Out of a black Humvee
With their guns to their shoulders
Aimed at my partner and me