Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - The Line

This is from the Ghost of Tom Joad album. Hope it's more or less correct.

The Line - Bruce Springsteen  

I got my discharge from Fort Irwin 
took a place on the San Diego county line 
felt funny bein' a civilian again 
it'd been some time 
my wife had died a year ago 
I was still tryin' 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 mountains" 
pay all they got to the smugglers rings, 
we send 'em home and they come right back again 
Carl, hunger is a powerful thing." 

Well I was good at doin' 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 
and try to keep 'em from crossin' the line 

Well the first time that I saw her 
she was in the holdin' 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 cryin' in her arms 
and I asked, "Senora, is there anything I can do" 

There's a bar in Tijuana 
where me and Bobby drink alongside 
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 and I held her in my arms 
and I knew what I would do 

she said she had some family in Madera county 
if she, her child and her younger brother could just get through 

At night they come across the levy 
in the searchlights dusty glow 
we'd rush 'em in our Broncos 
and force 'em back down into the river below 
she climbed into my truck 
she leaned towards me and we kissed 
as we drove her brothers 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 movin' 
felt my gun restin' 'neath my hand 
we stood there starin' at each other 
as off through the arroyo she ran 

Bobby Ramirez he never said nothin' 
6 months later I left the line 
I drifted to the central valley 
and took what work I could find 
at night I searched the local bars 
and the migrant towns 
Lookin' for my Louisa 
with the black hair fallin' down