Parched land, no desert sand, sun is just the 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 vintage Ford They couldn't know they weren't going far Each one with the money in his pocket could go out and buy himself a brand new car But they all had all the money they had, money they hoped would take them very far The sky's 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 plain And the other guy turned and spilled three boys blood and they know a trap had been laid They're okay, the last day's in May, but 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's said the West is nice this time of year, it's what they say It's what they say