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I was huntin' for white-tail last year down in ol' Mexico And I asked for the best huntin' guide and they gave me Pedro On that second mornin' I shot me a big trophy buck As we carried him out, soon we were circled by trucks And I didn't know it but this land belonged to the cartel They took all our money and threw me and Pedro in jail Now I'm gonna be guilty 'til proved innocent No lawyer to call so we're already dead But Pedro sat in the corner with a gleam in his eye Told me "We're gonna be alright" Well the jailer he didn't know Pedro was hidin' that old 44 Waitin' for him to walk by Soon as he did Pedro shot the guard twice Said "I'll get you to America and out of this hell" 'Cause this ain't my first time escapin' a Mexican jail Well we blew off the lock Ran out back to an old pickup truck It used to belong to the guard Now he won't need it much We drove to the border Under the cover of night Up a dirt road 50 miles And we cut off the lights Letras de cancionesAnd I could see customs just up there ahead And I reached over and I shook Pedro's hand He said "I'll disappear for a while On that wide open range" What a true friend, maybe even a saint Yeah the jailer he didn't know Pedro was hidin' that old 44 Waitin' for him to walk by Soon as he did Pedro shot the guard twice Said "I'll get you to America and out of this hell" 'Cause this ain't my first time escapin' a Mexican jail Well I airdropped a brief case last week in ol' Mexico Full of 10,000 dollars and airfare to Texas for Pedro From Letras Mania