Across The Rio Grande

My baby she’s from Mexico
With me it’s hard to tell
We’re riding down this highway into hell
We’ve left behind a thousand miles
Of sea and open land
As we make our way across the Rio Grande

I’ve been every kind of gambler
And every kind of fool
I guess I’ve broken each and every rule
I’ve cheated death a hundred times
Now a hundred times I’m damned
As we make our way across the Rio Grande

You kill a man, well you gotta pay
Then you kill to stay alive
But something deep inside of you just dies
Till in the end your only friend
Is the gun that’s in your hand
As you make your way across the Rio Grande

There’s a bullet for my baby
There’s a bullet there for me
There ain’t nobody running wild and free
I look into my baby’s eyes
I know she understands
As we make our way across the Rio Grande

You kill a man, well you gotta pay
Then you kill to stay alive
But something deep inside of you just dies
Till in the end your only friend
Is the gun that’s in your hand
As you make your way across the Rio Grande


Words & music: © Fredrick John Pugsley 2015

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