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