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Guns, Drugs & Money




Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon

Chasing shots of tequila, just about high noon

Outside Nuevo Laredo, deep in no man’s land

Become a killer or be killed; face down in the Rio Grande


Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad

All love and mercy ever learned, he’ll soon forget what he had


Guns, drugs, and money under the Mexican sky

Guns, drugs, and money; pick your poison or you die

Guns, drugs, and money; a pistol pressed to his head

Choose silver and you’re rich; you gonna die if you choose lead


He had a suitcase full of money, plenty of ammo for his gun

The sweat rolls down his dirty face, his plans have all come undone

It’s just a matter of time, no matter how he tries

He hears “Plata O Plomo, Gringo?” the last words before he dies