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    I got my discharge from Fort Irwin
    Took a place on the San Diego county line
    Felt funny bein' a civilian again
    It'd be 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
    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 to
    l'd Kept my uniform pressed and clean
    At night I chased their shadows
    Thru 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
    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
    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 younger brother could just get thru
    At night they come across the levee
    In the searchlight's dusty glow
    We'd rush 'em in our Broncos
    Force 'em back down into the river below
    She climbed into my truck
    She leaned toward me and we kissed
    As we drove her brother's 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'
    My gun restin' 'neath my hand
    We stood there starin' at each other
    As off thru 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
    With the black hair fallin' down

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