John McAnna's

My name is John McAnna's
I was Born in Alabama
And I travel with my fríend José

He's a mexican outlaw
Should be buried in the ground
'Cause his family pretend he's dead

We were running around through the railroad
Just escaped out of the fucking jail
Was a quiet night through the desert of gloom
And we heard a distant southbound train

José asked me
"Will you come? 'Cause I'm going back to México"
"I've got nothing better to do. Hell yeah!"

Yeah we go, yeah we go
Through the desert of México
Yeah we go, yeah we go
Late night through the desert

As we enter the town I finaly had to ask
"Who's the man you're trying to find?"
"He's nothing but a traitor we will talk about that later"

The cantina was full, there was music playing
José stepped right in front of a man
He said: "remember me" and he punched him in the face
And made him scream like a motherfucker

"We were fighting for our freedom
For our lands en el camino
When that bastard betrayed us
They killed my brothers and my sisters
And they locked us up in prisión
And you already know all the rest"
Now we're running around near the railroads
José stops and turn his head
It's a quiet day in the desert of gloom
And we heard another southbound train

José asked me
"Will you come? 'Cause I still got so much to do"
"I've got nothing better to say, hell yeah!"

Yeah we go, yeah we go
Through the desert of México
Yeah we go, yeah we go
Right on through the desert