The Line (Springsteen Bruce)

C I got my discharge from Fort Irwin F C took a place on the San Diego county line F C felt funny bein' a civilian again G it'd been some time C my wife had died a year ago F C I was still tryin' to find my way back whole F C I went to work for the INS on the line G C with the California Border Patrol F Bobby Ramirez was a ten year veteran C and we became friends F C his family was from Guanajuato G so the job it was different for him C he said' "They risk death in the deserts and mountains" F C pay all they got to the smugglers rings, F C we send 'em home and they come right back again G C Carl, hunger is a powerful thing." F C Well I was good at doin' what I was told F C kept my uniform pressed and clean F C at night I chased their shadows G through the arroyos and ravines C Drug runners, farmers with their families, F C young women with little children by their sides F C come night we'd wait out in the canyons G C and try to keep 'em from crossin' the line Well the first time that I saw her F C she was in the holdin' pen F C Our eyes met and she looked away G then she looked back again C her hair was black as coal F C her eyes reminded me of what I'd lost F she had a young child cryin' in her arms C G C and I asked, "Senora, is there anything I can do" Am7 There's a bar in Tijuana F where me and Bobby drink alongside C G C the same people we'd sent back the day before Am7 F we met there she said her name was Louisa C G she was from Sonora and had just come north Am7 F we danced and I held her in my arms G C and I knew what I would do F C She said she had some family in Madera county G C if she, her child and her younger brother could just get through At night they come across the levy F C in the searchlights dusty glow F C we'd rush 'em in our Broncos G and force 'em back down into the river below C she climbed into my truck F C she leaned towards me and we kissed F C as we drove her brothers shirt slipped open G C and I saw the tape across his chest Am7 F We were just about on the highway C G C when Bobby's jeep come up in the dust on my right Am7 F I pulled over and let my engine run C G and stepped out into his lights Am7 I felt myself movin' F G C felt my gun restin' 'neath my hand F C we stood there starin' at each other G C as off through the arroyo she ran Bobby Ramirez he never said nothin' F C 6 months later I left the line F C I drifted to the central valley G and took what work I could find C at night I searched the local bars F and the migrant towns C Lookin' for my Louisa G C with the black hair fallin' down