Baja Arizona

Baja Arizona

We call it Baja Arizona, the land beneath the Gila,

Could we be so lucky someday that we’ll see ya’?

Mountains, deserts, our verdant valleys bloom,

No matter where you go, Baja has the room.

Aspens quake above the clouds, golden in the sun,

Take a hike, ride a horse, ya’ gotta have some fun.

Of course, I’m gonna tell ya’ my corner is the best,

But I really cannot fault the desert to the West.

If you want a shootout, Tombstone heeds your call,

You can even stop and visit Trumpy’s stupid Wall.

The Spanish had a Presidio, Apaches drove them out,

Even then they knew what freedom’s all about.

Where Dragoons never found the wily old Cochise,

‘til Jeffords brought in Howard to finally make the peace.

Where Mowry mined for gold and gave the Rebels lead,

While other lonesome miners just ended up quite dead.

The Chiricahua break out, their reservation gone,

Stolen by the Gringo, their vengeance it will spawn.

Where Warren bet his claim, a footrace with a horse,

If you guessed he lost it, yer surely right of course.

Where once they moiled for silver, now copper is their gold,

They dug a pit in Bisbee, it’s earthy treasures to unfold.

Meanwhile from Sonora, Geronimo will raid,

Keeping all of Baja holed up and afraid.

The Earps and the Clantons are feudin’ in the street,

Thirty seconds later, there’ll be blood beneath their feet.

A quarter of the Army is chasin’ hostiles down,

Without Apache scouts, they simply can’t be found.

High in the Sierra Madre, they find the hidden camp,

They parlay with Gatewood, their breakout he will tamp.

Then Miles takes the credit, the Apaches are exiled,

Never will they raid or roam, never more be wild.

We call it Baja Arizona, the land beneath the Gila,

Where all you ever need are nachos and tequila.

LDT Jan 1.’21

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