in the cool of the evening she calls me to dance my back s about broken from choppin the plants my soul is so thirsty i can t sleep at night she walks in my dreams and brings me delight i was born to the workers to toil and to strife my father before me he worked all his life he took nothing for granted he said son never bend this heart that s been broken only her love can mend some men could give you ranches and rivers with fences of barbed wire to keep out the cold but me i got nothin no titles to nothin just a love and a fire more precious than gold your daddy works me in the ground he knows something s goin down will you pack your things and ride with me tomorrow at sunrise with the dew on the cotton they cut loose the watchdogs when they see that we re gone the smile of my sweet one asleep on the car seat ten miles to the border where we will be free