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