IN THE QUIET HOURS
BEFORE THE DAWN
HE BUTTONS UP
HIS UNIFORM
TAKES OUT HIS BADGE
AND PINS IT ON
FOR THIRTY YEARS HE'S
ENFORCED THE LAW
AND HE DRIVES OUT
ON THE RIO GRANDE
ACROSS THE DRY AND
SUNBURNED LAND
AND ON THIS SIDE HE
TAKES A STAND AGAIN
THEY WON'T GET THROUGH
THIS BORDERTOWN
HE TURNS THEM BACK
HE STANDS HIS GROUND
BUT STILL THEY COME
BECAUSE THEY KNOW
SOMEWHERE THE STREETS
ARE PAVED WITH GOLD
SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE
SOUND OF THIS
BORDERTOWN
IT'S NOT HIS PLACE
TO SAY WHAT'S FAIR
HE'S DONE HIS DUTY
ALL THESE YEARS
IN HIS MIND THE
LAW'S THE LAW
BUT THEN AT DUSK
SHE WADES ACROSS
AND HE SEES THE HOPE
THAT'S IN HER EYES
CHILDHOOD DREAMS
OF A BRAND NEW LIFE
IT'S NOT HIS
JOB TO SAY
WHAT'S RIGHT
OR WRONG
THEY WON'T GET THROUGH
THIS BORDERTOWN
HE TURNS THEM BACK
HE STANDS HIS GROUND
BUT STILL THEY COME
BECAUSE THEY KNOW
SOMEWHERE THE STREETS
ARE PAVED WITH GOLD
SOMEWHERE
BEYOND THE
SOUND OF THIS
BORDERTOWN
AS NIGHT FALLS
OVER MEXICO
HE WAITS THERE AS
SHE COMES ASHORE
THEN HE STARES A
MOMENT AT HER FACE
AND HE TURNS HIS BACK
AND HE WALKS AWAY
THEY WON'T GET THROUGH
THIS BORDERTOWN
HE TURNS THEM BACK
HE STANDS HIS GROUND
BUT STILL THEY COME
BECAUSE THEY KNOW
SOMEWHERE THE STREETS
ARE PAVED WITH GOLD
SOMEWHERE
BEYOND THE
SOUND OF THIS
BORDERTOWN