Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way, `cause it`s hot
Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back
Of a rented ford
They couldn`t know they weren`t going far
Each one with the money in his pocket
Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all had the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far
The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck
And they hadn`t seen a cop around all day
They brought everything they needed
Bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said the border`s just over the bluff
It wasn`t until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren place
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?
They`re ok the last days of may, i`ll be breathing dry air
I`m leaving soon, the others are already there
You wouldn`t be interested in coming along, instead of staying here
They say the west is nice this time of year
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