Agua Prieta

A long desolate road
With dry plains all around
No trees, little water
And hard packed ground

This is the path
to the little border town
Dirt streets, squat buildings
This is what i found

I wander the streets
and view the place
Dirty dogs, empty avenues
Windblown dust in my face

But meet the people
Talk and learn about them
Happy faces, so willing to serve
So willing to be a friend

A friend to the citizens
of this little town
Play with the kids, share the good news
Share with the lost and they will be found