KINGS OF JUAREZ



Yeah well Jimmy's got a six pack, and a twelve gauge

Shooting cans & bottles off the fence

Yesterday tomorrow seemed so hopeless

Today it seems like everything makes sense



He's staring at the bead right down the barrel

I'm looking for a pen to write this down

Working on a plan that means escaping

What people call the white trash side of town ...



CHORUS

Yeah we're gonna live like kings in Juarez

Live like little gringo millionaires

It doesn't really matter what the score is

A dollar goes a long long way down there

I'm tired of feeling too big for my britches

Tired of feeling too small for my dreams

We're either gonna die like dogs in Texas

Or make it down to Juarez ... and live like kings



Well we could rob the farmer's bank in Hondo

Tell me brother how hard could it be

Whoever put it that close to the highway

Never counted on the likes of me



They're probably never gonna see us comin'

We'll probably never have to fire a shot

Probably never more set foot in Texas

Once we get across the parking lot ...



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We're gonna live in castles, by the water

Or hell at least in cabins by the bar

We're gonna kiss the desert's lovely daughters

Underneath the heavens' silver stars



Ain't even gonna worry that the money

Might not last until we're both dead

You know you really ain't no kind of outlaw

Once you start to think that far ahead ...



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