Bruce Springsteen Balboa Park
			
He lay his blanket underneath the freeway 
As the evening sky grew dark 
Took a sniff of toncho from his cocaine 
And headed thru Balboa Park 
Where the men in their Mercedes 
Come nightly to employ 
In the cool San Diego evening 
The services of the border boys 
He grew up near the Zona Norte 
With the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with 
He swallowed their balloons of cocaine 
Brought them across to the 12th streetstrip 
Sleepin' in a shelter 
If the night got to cold 
Runnin' from the migra 
Of the border patrol 
Past the salvage yard 'cross the train tracks 
And in thru the storm drain 
They stretched their blankets out 'neath the freeway 
And each one took a name 
There was X-man and Cochise 
Little Spider his sneakers covered in river mud 
They come north to California 
End up with the poison in their blood 
He did what he had to for the money 
Sometimes he sent home what he could spare 
The rest went to high-top sneakers and toncho 
And jeans like the gavachos wear 
One night the border patrol swept 12th Street 
A big car came fast down the Boulevard 
Spider stood caught in its headlights 
Got hit and went down hard 
As the car sped away 
Spider held his stomach 
Limped to his blanket 'neath the freeway 
Lay there tasting his own blood on his tongue 
Closed his eyes and listened to he cars 
Rushin' by so fast