From the recording "Bluebirds Singing on the Buffalo Road" Digital Format
A true story about living along one of many smuggler's roads 100 miles north of the border. This is partly my story, partly my neighbor's story.
Lyrics
I am an old woman, I live alone along the smuggler's trail
These boys think they're men and they try to scare me, they think I'm decrepit and frail
But, my shotgun is loaded with double oo buck and that always makes 'em turn tail.
They're only so much spit in the wind, along the smugglers trail
Moon or no moon, by day or by night we struggle the smuggler's trail
Dodging the Sheriff, and Border Patrol.
There's drugs and guns and people for sale
My name doesn't matter, I walk in the dark on this wicked smuggler's trail
I'm only sixteen but I've killed a man and escaped from the gringo's jail
Mi padre was murdered on this black road by the hand of the greedy cartel
He carried their cargo, five hundred miles and under their guns he fell
Moon or no moon, by day or by night, we struggle the smuggler's trail
Dodging the Sheriff, and Border Patrol
There's drugs and guns and people for sale
This one young man, I don't know his name but I worry for him and I pray.
He's only a boy doing such evil deeds all for glory, money and fame.
But, he looks like my son who was lost long ago while fighting in Vietnam
Bright and handsome, strong and too brave, yet the world gives a tinker's damn.
Moon or no moon, by day or by night, we struggle the smuggler's trail
dodging the Sheriff and Border Patrol
There's drugs and guns and people for sale
This old gringa, she feeds us sometimes and complains I am wasting my life.
Mi amigos hate her, but I won't let them kill her
She has mi abuela's eyes
Moon or no moon, by day or by night,
we struggle the smuggler's trail
dodging the Sheriff and Border Patrol
There's drugs, and guns, and people for sale.
There's drugs, and guns, and people for sale.