ILLEGAL CARGO (Words & Music by David Olney)
[G]In the cool early hours before dawn, in one hour I must be gone
[C]The airplane is waiting al[G]l loaded with Illegal Cargo
And [C]I'll count the minutes unt[G]il I return here tomorrow
[D]Keep a light burning for a heart that is yearning[G] for the peace that you alone can bring.
Ope[C]n your ey[D]es Jacinta it's[G] time we were waking
I [C]promise that [D]this is the las[Em]t run that I will be making
When the [D]landing is made and the payoff is paid
We can begin [G]our new life.
Now, my father he tilled the soil, and all of his days spent in toil
When we laid him away I vowed I would not die a poor man
I got a Gringo named Hartley to teach me to fly his airplane
Together we smuggled Illegal Cargo 'cross the border to the U.S. of A.
Hartley's in jail leaving his airplane behind
Now I alone fly through the mountains where their radar is blind
Then I touch down in a West Texas town
And the final connection is made.
Some fly for the danger that is there, some fly 'cause they just do not care
I fly for the dollars the rich Yankee Gringos will pay me
To start a new life with my young wife, Jacinta beside me
If the law must be broken it's the way I have chosen its' simply a risk I must take
You call me a fool, you call me a smuggler and worse
Call me what you will as long as you open your purse
For the sweet smelling weed you all seem to need
Or the cocaine if you can afford it.
[G]In the cool early hours before dawn, in one hour I must be gone
[C]The airplane is waiting al[G]l loaded with Illegal Cargo
And [C]I'll count the minutes unt[G]il I return here tomorrow
[D]Keep a light burning for a heart that is yearning[G] for the peace that you alone can bring.
Ope[C]n your ey[D]es Jacinta it's[G] time we were waking
I [C]promise that [D]this is the las[Em]t run that I will be making
When the [D]landing is made and the payoff is paid
We can begin [G]our new life.
Now, my father he tilled the soil, and all of his days spent in toil
When we laid him away I vowed I would not die a poor man
I got a Gringo named Hartley to teach me to fly his airplane
Together we smuggled Illegal Cargo 'cross the border to the U.S. of A.
Hartley's in jail leaving his airplane behind
Now I alone fly through the mountains where their radar is blind
Then I touch down in a West Texas town
And the final connection is made.
Some fly for the danger that is there, some fly 'cause they just do not care
I fly for the dollars the rich Yankee Gringos will pay me
To start a new life with my young wife, Jacinta beside me
If the law must be broken it's the way I have chosen its' simply a risk I must take
You call me a fool, you call me a smuggler and worse
Call me what you will as long as you open your purse
For the sweet smelling weed you all seem to need
Or the cocaine if you can afford it.
