Blade of The Knife

out on the highway, cruising at eighty, seeking adventure, searching for life
down in south Texas, north Rio Grande, walking the blade of the knife

out on the mesa, life there is different, water is precious, worth more than a gun
Jesus and Mary cannot protect you, not from the blazing, hot sun

over the border, Santa Elena, riding on donkeys, living in shacks
you would be lucky just to raise children, there's no excess there to tax

if you go to Juarez, city of hustlers, park in El Paso, you'd better take heed
cabbies will lure you with forbidden pleasures, they say they have what you need

crossing back over, customs might stop you, searching for zealots, enemies of state
the unshaven log hair's the modern day scapegoat, but I'm just the smuggler's bait

one hundred miles outside of El Paso, they'll stop you to see what slipped through the cracks
but I tucked my long hair under my sombrero, and northward we don't turn our backs

out on the highway, cruising at eighty, seeking adventure, searching for life
down in west Texas, north Rio Grande, walking the blade of the knife

words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 2004 Sunny Smedley Music