From the recording South Of The Border
Written during the Iran/Contra debacle in the 1980's.
Speaks form itself.
Lyrics
Walking down the road with my wife and my kids
when some soldiers come along, one puts a gun to my head
As he pulled the trigger I suddenly woke up
I was sweating in my bed. But it ain't no dream in Honduras
I was lookin' for a job, my family had no food
my baby was sick and dying
As the priest read last rites I suddenly woke up
We were okay. But it ain't no dream in Guatemala
South of the border, South of the border
Don't sleep tonight Nicaraugua
Keep an eye on the sky and a rifle next to your bed
South of the border, South of the border
Now we're living it up in the USA, enjoying the fruits of freedom
Why hell, I can even sing this song
without becoming one of "Los Desaparecidos"
But that's just a dream in El Salvador
South of the border, South of the border
Don't sleep tonight Nicaraugua
Keep an eye on the sky and a rifle next to your bed
South of the border, South of the border