Bruce Springsteen - The Line lyrics

I got my discharge from Fort Irwin
Took a place on the San Diego County line
Felt funny being a civilian again
It'd been some time

My wife had died a year ago
I was still trying to find my way back whole
I went to work for the INS on the line
With the California Border Patrol

Bobby Ramirez was a ten-year veteran
And 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 the mountains
Pay all they got to the smugglers' rings
We send them home
And they come right back again
Carl, hunger is a powerful thing"

Well, I was good at doing what I was told
Kept my uniform pressed and clean
At night, I chased their shadows
Through 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
Try to keep 'em from crossing the line

Well, the first time that I saw her
She was in the holding 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 crying in her arms
I asked, "Señora
Is there anything I can do?"

There's a bar in Tijuana
Where me and Bobby drink with
The same people we'd sent back the day before
We met there, she said her name was Louisa

She was from Sonora and had just come north
We danced, I held her in my arms
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 through

At night, they come across the levee
In the searchlight's dusty glow
We'd rush them in our Broncos
Force them 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 moving
Felt my gun resting beneath my hand
We just stood there staring at each other
As off through the arroyo she ran

Bobby Ramirez, he never said nothing
Six months later, I left the line
I drifted to the central valley
And took what work that I could find

At night I searched the local bars
And the migrant towns looking for my Louisa
With the black hair falling down