Parched land no desert sand
And the sun is just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way
'Cause it's hot
Three good buddies were laughing and smoking
In the back of a rented Ford
They couldn't know they weren't going far
Oh no
Each one with the money in his pocket
Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all had the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far
The sky was bright the traffic light
Now and then a truck
And they hadn't seen a cop around all day
They brought everything they needed
Bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said the border's just over the bluff
It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren place
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood
Did they know a trap had been lain
They're okay the last days of May
I'll be breathing dry air
I'm leaving soon
The others are already there
Wouldn't be interested in coming along
Instead of staying here
It said the west is nice this time of year
