Bruce Springsteen - Balboa Park
He lay his blanket underneath the freewayAs the evening sky grew darkTook a sniff of toncho from his coke canAnd headed through Balboa ParkWhere the men in their MercedesCome nightly to employIn the cool San Diego eveningThe services of the border boysHe grew up near the Zona NorteWith the hustlers and smugglers he hung out withHe swallowed their balloons of cocaineBrought 'em across the Twelfth Street stripSleeping in a shelterIf the night got too coldRunnin' from the migraOf the border patrolPast the salvage yard 'cross the train tracksand in through the storm drainthey stretched their blankets out 'neath the freewayand each one took a namethere was X-man and CochiseLittle Spider his sneakers covered in river mudthey come north to Californiaend up with the poison in their bloodHe did what he had to do for the moneysometimes he sent home what he could sparethe rest went to high-top sneakers and tonchoand jeans like the gavachos wearOne night the border patrol swept Twelfth Streeta big car come fast down the boulevardspider stood caught in its headlightsgot hit and went down hardAs the car sped away Spider held his stomachlimped to his blanket 'neath the underpasslie there tasting his own blood on his tongueclosed his eyes and listened to the cars
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