Over the Borderline

El luchador comes in low Both fists flying He's got a thick brow And a crooked nose He means to do damage With the punches he throws They call him El Cañón But his real name is Beto His hands are like hammers His body solid as a tree As the legend has it He was punching at age three But his madre claims: "He was punching inside of me" El Cañón punched his way out Into a world of scorn He won his first bout By just being born Boxing was his fate What God told him to do It's why he fought so hard And could go so many rounds No one could touch him At 140 pounds He never stopped throwing As he punched his way north Through all the tiny towns From Toluca to Tepic Take on the local star Give him a savage beating And then on to the bar For women and drinking Ahora.... El Cañón esta borracho He's fighting again Some clueless muchacho Who thinks he can win Una pelea en la cantina Not a pretty sight Soon bottles are broken And screams fill the night Beto is blee

Cove girl You wear it so proudly Of this little village Cove girl you curse it so loudly Eyes sparkle like Gulf coast emerald The color of our beautiful sea Blond hair as fine as the sand And tall like a sugar pine tree You grew up wild on this spit of land A dense plantation surrounded by bay Where an array of palm trees fan A place where dolphin come to play The Cove... Home to the eclectic and rouge Who mingle under the ancient oak Listening to a strumming guitar jingle Everyone bumming a smoke Beer cans pile up before midnight Turn to upraised bottles of booze Out on the water fishermen fight While on a starlight angling cruise And the good folks head off for prayers On bended knee at the holy steeple They're just one of the many layers That make up the village of Cove people But Cove girl its you That I know the best It was you that helped me When I was in distress I may not be from around here And who knows how long I may stay Ma