| I’m just tryin' to make a livin'
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| I’m an old man at thirty-nine
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| With two kids and an ex-wife
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| Who moved up to Riverside
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| I’m workin' down on the border
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| Drivin' back roads every night
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| Mountains east of El Cajon
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| North of the Tecate line
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| Where the California summer sun
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| Will burn right through your soul
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| But in the winter you can freeze to death
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| In the California snow
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| I catch the ones I’m able to
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| And watch the others slip away
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| I know some by their faces
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| And I even know some by name
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| I guess they think that we’re all
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| Movie stars and millionaires
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| I guess that they still believe
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| That dreams come true up here
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| But I guess the weather’s warmer down in Mexico
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| And no one ever tells them ‘bout the California snow
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| Last winter I found a man and wife
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| Just about daybreak
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| Layin' in a frozen ditch
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| South of the interstate
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| I wrapped ‘em both in blankets
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| But she’d already died
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| The next day we sent him back alone
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| Across the borderline
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| I don’t know where they came from
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| Or where they planned to go
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| But we carried her all night long
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| Through the California snow
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| Sometimes when I’m alone out here
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| I get to thinkin' about my life
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| Maybe I should go to Riverside
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| And try to fix things with my wife
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| Or maybe just get in my truck
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| And drive as far as I can go
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| Away from all the ghosts that haunt
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| The California snow
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| Where the California summer sun
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| Can burn right to your soul
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| And in the winter you can freeze to death
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| In the California snow |