| Gonna take you down by the river
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| Smell the gunpowder hear the ghost sing
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| There’s kids in the shadows drinking by the water
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| Smoking, blowing smoke rings
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| Gonna take you on down to the river
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| Learn about the viper and the mad dog wine
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| The bloodstains make a soul shiver
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| Feel a cold chill running up your spine
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| Gonna cross the Santa Fe Bridge
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| Got a pocket full of quarters and a fake ID
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| Sip a little poison on the Juarez side
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| There’s bones in the ground singing way off key
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| Gonna cross the Santa Fe Bridge
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| Got to walk fast keep between the lines
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| Nobody flinch when the shots ring
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| Out stealing a young souls vital signs
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| Undertakers look like crows
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| Red eyed and dressed in black
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| Undertakers say you cross that river
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| There’s a chance you might never come back
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| Undertakers bury them bones
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| Way over yonder by the railroad tracks
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| Undertakers look like crows
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| Red eyed and dressed in black
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| Blackbird flies through a broken city
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| Streets weep for the lost ones
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| Old folks say it’s a crying shame
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| The kids are dying by damn drug gun
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| Dogs howl in the old scarred city
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| Running wild out in the rain
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| We all cry for those who bleed
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| Shooting a little thrill into their veins
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| Undertakers look like crows
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| Red eyed and dressed in black
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| Undertakers say you cross that river
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| There’s a chance you might never come back
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| Undertakers bury them bones
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| Way over yonder by the railroad tracks
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| Undertakers look like crows
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| Red eyed and dressed in black
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| Undertakers look like crows
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| Red eyed and dressed in black |