This is from the Ghost of Tom Joad album. Hope it's more or less correct.
The Line - Bruce Springsteen
[C]I got my discharge from Fort Irwin
took a place on [F]the San Diego county line[C]
felt fu[F]nny bein' a civil[C]ian again
it'd been some time[G]
my wif[C]e had died a year ago
I was still tryin' to[F] find my way back whol[C]e
I went to work f[F]or the INS on[C] the line
with the C[G]alifornia Border Patro[C]l
Bobby Ramirez was a ten year veteran[F]
and we became friend[C]s
his f[F]amily was from Guanajua[C]to
so the job it was different for h[G]im
he said' "They r[C]isk death in the deserts and mountains"
pay all they g[F]ot to the smugglers ring[C]s,
we send 'em h[F]ome and they come right b[C]ack again
Carl, hu[G]nger is a powerful t[C]hing."
Well I [F]was good at doin' what I was[C] told
kept my [F]uniform pressed and c[C]lean
at n[F]ight I chased their s[C]hadows
through the arroyos and ravin[G]es
[C]drug runners, farmers with their families,
young women with [F]little children by their side[C]s
come night we'd [F]wait out in the can[C]yons
and try to keep [G]'em from crossin' the lin[C]e
Well the first time that I saw her
she was i[F]n the holdin' pen[C]
Our e[F]yes met and she looked[C] away
then she looked back agai[G]n
her h[C]air was black as coal
her eyes remi[F]nded me of what I'd los[C]t
she had a [F]young child cryin' in her arms
and[C] I asked, "Senor[G]a, is there anything I can [C]do"
There's a [Am7]bar in Tijuana
[F]where me and Bobby drink alongside
the same peo[C]ple we'd sent b[G]ack the day before[C]
we met t[Am7]here she said her name was Lo[F]uisa
she was from So[C]nora and had just come n[G]orth
we da[Am7]nced and I held her in my a[F]rms
and I knew what [G]I would [C]do
she said she had some f[F]amily in Madera cou[C]nty
if she, her child and her younger b[G]rother could just get throu[C]gh
At night they come across the levy
in the se[F]archlights dusty glow[C]
we'd r[F]ush 'em in our B[C]roncos
and force 'em back down into the river belo[G]w
she c[C]limbed into my truck
she l[F]eaned towards me and we k[C]issed
as we d[F]rove her brothers shirt slipped o[C]pen
and I s[G]aw the tape across his c[C]hest
We were [Am7]just about on the h[F]ighway
when Bobby's j[C]eep come up in the d[G]ust on my ri[C]ght
I pu[Am7]lled over and let my e[F]ngine run
and stepped [C]out into his l[G]ights
I f[Am7]elt myself movin'
f[F]elt my gun restin' 'neath m[G]y hand[C]
we stood there s[F]tarin' at each o[C]ther
as off th[G]rough the arroyo she r[C]an
Bobby Ramirez he never said nothin'
6[F] months later I left the l[C]ine
I dr[F]ifted to the central v[C]alley
and took what work I could f[G]ind
at [C]night I searched the local bars
[F]and the migrant towns
Lookin' for my Lou[C]isa
with the bl[G]ack hair fa[C]llin' down
The Line - Bruce Springsteen
[C]I got my discharge from Fort Irwin
took a place on [F]the San Diego county line[C]
felt fu[F]nny bein' a civil[C]ian again
it'd been some time[G]
my wif[C]e had died a year ago
I was still tryin' to[F] find my way back whol[C]e
I went to work f[F]or the INS on[C] the line
with the C[G]alifornia Border Patro[C]l
Bobby Ramirez was a ten year veteran[F]
and we became friend[C]s
his f[F]amily was from Guanajua[C]to
so the job it was different for h[G]im
he said' "They r[C]isk death in the deserts and mountains"
pay all they g[F]ot to the smugglers ring[C]s,
we send 'em h[F]ome and they come right b[C]ack again
Carl, hu[G]nger is a powerful t[C]hing."
Well I [F]was good at doin' what I was[C] told
kept my [F]uniform pressed and c[C]lean
at n[F]ight I chased their s[C]hadows
through the arroyos and ravin[G]es
[C]drug runners, farmers with their families,
young women with [F]little children by their side[C]s
come night we'd [F]wait out in the can[C]yons
and try to keep [G]'em from crossin' the lin[C]e
Well the first time that I saw her
she was i[F]n the holdin' pen[C]
Our e[F]yes met and she looked[C] away
then she looked back agai[G]n
her h[C]air was black as coal
her eyes remi[F]nded me of what I'd los[C]t
she had a [F]young child cryin' in her arms
and[C] I asked, "Senor[G]a, is there anything I can [C]do"
There's a [Am7]bar in Tijuana
[F]where me and Bobby drink alongside
the same peo[C]ple we'd sent b[G]ack the day before[C]
we met t[Am7]here she said her name was Lo[F]uisa
she was from So[C]nora and had just come n[G]orth
we da[Am7]nced and I held her in my a[F]rms
and I knew what [G]I would [C]do
she said she had some f[F]amily in Madera cou[C]nty
if she, her child and her younger b[G]rother could just get throu[C]gh
At night they come across the levy
in the se[F]archlights dusty glow[C]
we'd r[F]ush 'em in our B[C]roncos
and force 'em back down into the river belo[G]w
she c[C]limbed into my truck
she l[F]eaned towards me and we k[C]issed
as we d[F]rove her brothers shirt slipped o[C]pen
and I s[G]aw the tape across his c[C]hest
We were [Am7]just about on the h[F]ighway
when Bobby's j[C]eep come up in the d[G]ust on my ri[C]ght
I pu[Am7]lled over and let my e[F]ngine run
and stepped [C]out into his l[G]ights
I f[Am7]elt myself movin'
f[F]elt my gun restin' 'neath m[G]y hand[C]
we stood there s[F]tarin' at each o[C]ther
as off th[G]rough the arroyo she r[C]an
Bobby Ramirez he never said nothin'
6[F] months later I left the l[C]ine
I dr[F]ifted to the central v[C]alley
and took what work I could f[G]ind
at [C]night I searched the local bars
[F]and the migrant towns
Lookin' for my Lou[C]isa
with the bl[G]ack hair fa[C]llin' down
