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Albums:

Jazz North of the Border and South of the Border (Chico O'Farrill) · Run for the Border [Compendia] (Johnny Rodriguez) · Border (La Linea) (Lila Downs) · South of the Border (The Champs) · Six Strings North of the Border (Hutchinson, Hutch) · BeBop Spoken Here: Disorder at the Border (Hutchinson, Hutch) · On the Border (Eagles) · Border Town: The Very Best of J.D. Souther (J.D. Souther) · On the Border (Eagles) · South of the Border (Robbie Williams) – and 90 other albums »


Evanescent figures walk by my side
As I silently cross the borders of night
Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise

I hear them
You turn around, the old way is gone, you wonder how you will carry on
All my pride I will lay aside, I will steal across the border for you

Lying
It was a war bond
That payed the doctor
When he was born it wasn't easy
He had a fever
And he was dying His dad was fighting across the sea

He
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.

This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
safe to rule
A world no longer ours alone

Where people walk in wonder
And speak to one another
And recognize as brother
The face across the border
Where the men in their Mercedes
Come nightly to employ
In the cool San Diego evening
The services of the border boys

He grew up near the Zona Norte
water,
Deafened by the crime.
I recall the beauty,
Young will never see.
We had no fears at all
The day before the war.
Hearts across the water,
Radiates around

Here comes a new day: clouds roll away
Don't ask me, I don't know a thing
Let's drive to town across the border line
Her love is true music
Where the men in their Mercedes
Come nightly to employ
In the cool San Diego evening
The services of the border boys

He grew up near the Zona Norte
Where the men in their Mercedes
Come nightly to employ
In the cool San Diego evening
The services of the border boys

He grew up near the Zona Norte
Where the men in their Mercedes
Come nightly to employ
In the cool San Diego evening
The services of the border boys

He grew up near the Zona Norte
bombings
The fires are alarming
The fire alarms are oddly calming
A water beetle jitterbugs in litter
Kitty cats across the sidewalk after rats are fat
more finesse
Yes, if I were a smuggler
I'd breeze across this border
My clothes a bit conservative
My papers all in order

So please do check my
ashes 
While the dead are still
Hear the armies roar for freedom 
On the blackened border hill

The Lion looks, looks across the plain
and farms along the way
Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border
With a black eyed girl beside me all the way

Now the mountains are silent
There's a white prism with phony jism
Spread across its face
And the soulful convicts forever interred
Lose the smile across their faces
out across your border
With new orders for you to take
I'd really like to take out your daughter
Down in the water, down by the lake

When the cold
the minister and the sinister
A marine of Brigadista
Some win, some lose
And some skip across the border

When men were bold
This thing wasn't plenty
Now
gave the orders
To drop the bomb, we want to know
Who gave the orders
No refugees across the borders, yeah

Questions asked with no response, ey,
that fail to flex
Construct a daedal cyclone
I'm encircled by this vortex
Narrowed be	 the borders of it's cone

Dawn: becomes dark across the globe
Fire's burning, smoke is hurling all across the sky
Cross the water, past the border, ain't nowhere to hide
Summer's coming, rainy season, guess it
He guarded the border
He said, "You don't need papers,
I'll let you go,
I can tell that you love her
By the look in your eyes, now".
She's
Evangelina in old Mexico

There's a great hot desert
South of Mexicali
And if you don't have water
Then you better not go
Tequila won't get you
Across
The Pursuit of happiness is in great demand
Immigrants run across the border to escape their homeland
They want to be like you and me, to be free
You
a great hot desert
Down in Mexicali.
And if you don't have water
Boy, you'd better not go.
Tequila won't get you
Across that desert.
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