From the recording Six Coffins
Lyrics
Six Coffins
They left in a hurry
with the clothes on their backs
Old family photos
Tossed in a sack
Smuggled here
By the head of a snake
Every step of the way
Somebody got paid
Huddled in a shack
Blinds are drawn
Driving to the border
At the break of dawn
Driver drops them
At a dry riverbed
Better run
The border's ahead
CHORUS
Six cheap coffins
Made out of pine
They didn't make it
Past the borderline
Six cheap coffins
Made out of pine
They didn't make it
Past the borderline
Desert sky
Blowing sand
Looking for a trail
In this empty land
Silent kids
Shuffle along
Mother's worried
That their luck is gone
Birds fly south
Thousands of miles
Looking for a place
They can stay a while
People cross the earth
And look at the sky
Dreaming of a place
They can live their lives
All songs ©2020 Peter Levinson