Ships in the night on a Tangier shore
Flashing signals back and forth
Old hands on the smuggler's run

Mexican drugs and American guns

The pay is better than jiggin' a line

Or wasting away in a deep coal mine
A regular guy getting what he can
A 21st century unemployed man


Even though they'll never catch me
They never have and they never will

I'm the ghost on the eastern seaboard
Living the life, getting my fill


I wish my daddy could see me now
He withered away at the furrow and plow
He hoped for his boy like every man does

To become the man he never was

My brother called me from the city today

Told me his boy was blown away
The shire town is overrun
With Mexican drugs and American guns