Was down in Mexico where I had roamed Not too much Spanish by then had I known I found myself in a terrible mess There were ten bad banditos, one gringo to rich
I was surrounded, nowhere could I run They had los pistols and I had no gun I searched my memory for something to say I had to think quick, this could be my last day
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza Una mas cerveza was all I could say Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza Una mas cerveza, just let me go my way
I saw a cantina, so I went inside I found a dark corner, a good place to hide I was no safer when I looked around Not una mas gringo was there to be found
A small crowd had gathered around to my chair "Los Puercos Prohbidos" they pointed and stared They gave me a guitar but what could I say Oh yes, I remember one Mexican phraseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
