Bruce Springsteen - The Line lyrics

I got my discharge from Fort Irwin

Took a place on the San Diego county line

Felt funny bein' a civilian again

It'd been 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 Guanajuato

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