Tony got shot at the Mexican border

Leaving his past far behind his leg

He could run fast

But he knew they would catch him

They’re gonna find me out some day, some day

But Tony tried, and he denied, but he relied

On the wrong person

And he made his own way

But now he lay at Mexico’s end



Little boy Botus selling fruit and tacos

American tourists are so strange, so strange

I’m saving up money for my mother and my hunny

Gonna buy a big house some day, some day

But Botus he was only eight

And he only ate if he had a good day

And he saw Tony bleed

On two pounds of weed and some peyote



But little boy Botus he was young but no dummy

Filling, his tummy, was all he ever knew

He grabbed Tony’s stash, filled his pockets with his cash

He ran like the devil, Hell, I would too

But Botus see he didn’t know

And he ran from the man, with dirt, and sand,

And that devil running down his back