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
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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