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 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
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're gonna die if you choose lead
Guns, drugs and money
Guns, drugs and money
Guns, drugs and money
Guns, drugs and money
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