UNDER THE DESERT SKY
HE'S SO FAR FROM HOME
JUST ANOTHER MOTHERS SON
HIS NAME REMAINS UNKNOWN
THE WIND HAS DRIED HIS SKIN
AND THE SUN HAS BLEACHED HIS BONES
WHAT DID HE DO , TO DESERVE ,
TO DIE HERE ALL ALONE
BACK HOME IN MEXICO
HIS CHOICES WERE FEW
BUT HE COULD SMELL THE PROMISE OF AMERICA
WHERE HE COULD START HIS LIFE ANEW
JUST LOOKIN FOR A BETTER PLACE
ACROSS THE RIO GRANDE
NOW ALL THATS LEFT OF HIS DREAM
IS BURIED IN THE BURNING SAND
CAUSE HE WAS CHASED BY VIGILANTES
STALKED BY BORDER PATROL
BUT HE COULDN'T OUT RUN DIABLO
HE COULDN'T SAVE HIS SOUL
IT WAS TO LATE TO TURN BACK
TO THE HOME HE'D COME FROM
HE'S A UNWANTED FUGITIVE
ON THE RUN
AS THE SUN BEATS DOWN APOND HIM
HE COULD FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THE DESERT HEAT
THE THORNS HAVE TORN HIS FLESH
HE HAS NOTHIN MUCH TO EAT
HE MOVES NORTH FOR THE BORDER
WITH JUST THE SHOES APOND HIS FEET
BUT THE DESERT NIGHT CHILLS HIM
AND LEAVES HIM WITH LITTLE SLEEP
BUT HE DREAMS OF SENORITAS
AND HE CAN STILL TASTE THE RUM
HE SMELLS THE SALTY OCEAN BREEZES
AS THE PALMS SHADE HIM FROM THE SUN
HE CAN REST HIS CALLOUSED HANDS
FOR HIS WORK IS ALL DONE
BUT THEN THIRST AND HUNGER WAKES HIM
AND HE'S BACK ON THE RUN
(REPEAT FIRST VERSE AND END )
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ON THE RUN