Guns, Drugs, & Money

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

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 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

Poverty will turn the life of any good man bad
All love and mercy ever learned, he'll soon forget what he had

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 die if you choose lead

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're gonna die if you choose lead

Guns, drugs, and money
Guns, drugs, and money
Guns, drugs, and money
Guns, drugs, and money