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
