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 k**er or be k**ed; 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, d**, and money under the Mexican sky
Guns, d**, and money; pick your poison or you die
Guns, d**, and money; a pistol pressed to his head
Choose silver and you're rich; you gonna 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 hard 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, d**, and money under the Mexican sky
Guns, d**, and money; pick your poison or you die
Guns, d**, and money; a pistol pressed to his head
Choose silver and you're rich; you gonna die if you choose lead
Guns, d**, and money x4