Letra de Pedro
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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
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
And 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
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
And 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
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