Rio Grande River

Now this is quiet a famous little stream, many untold story The muddy waters run slow, but don't let it fool you when it comes alive Divides the United States and Mexico, but it is just a line Old Cottonwood trees and quick sand, some cross it for glory A history of out laws crossed it fleeing into Mexico, some did not survive Maybe holding up a bank or stealing from a gold mine Long yesterdays ago, Pancho Villa and his raiders came They robbed and killed, then head back to their sanctuary Some though him to be a hero, to the poor he was a giver He was an out law, that is where he got his fame Even today there are those that will argue to the contrary After he did his damage, he always crossed that river Those muddy waters have seen a lot and still active It has been a battle ground, many old cowboy songs sung But like history, the old river changes too Sometimes history is not very attractive Those cottonwoods have seen many horse and cow thieves hung Back in those days that what they had to do The tides of the old river have changed. smugglers bring drugs to this side No longer six shooters, it is machine guns now days No more cowboys and Indians, now cocaine desperado thugs Anything goes there, no such thing as pride And the old river once again has had to change it's ways It is all because of damn old drugs