That old Mexican man picks up cans in the roadside dust
They say that things turned bad for him when the oil booms went bust
He had a life down here in Houston, a good job and a lovin' wife
But he killed a man in Corpus, now he's serving out his life
A shell of a Mexican man, a number is all he is
A proud pure blood slowly drained away by the life a convict lives
And life without parole when he told 'em what he'd done
It's a damn shame what a man can do with an angry soul and an old war gun
Oh, oh can you hear it comin'
Oh, oh can you hear it now
Oh, oh can you hear it comin'
Oh, oh it's comin? down
After the rigs he got a job at the old A&P