By The Time I Get To Phoenix
By the time I get to Phoenix
you’ll be gone.
You’ll be in handcuffs
leaving your American-born kids behind.
You left your green card at home
and you’re on your way to Mexico.
By the time I make Albuquerque
you won’t fine a job across the border.
By the time I make Oklahoma
you’ll be crossing that big desert.
By the time I get to Texas
I’ll hear they’ve found your body.