Pedro

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[Verse]
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I was huntin' for white-tail last 
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year down in ol' Mexico
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And I asked for the best huntin' 
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guide and they gave me Pedro
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On that second mornin' I shot me 
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a big trophy buck
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As we carried him out, soon we 
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were circled by trucks
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And I didn't know it but this 
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land belonged to the cartel
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They took all our money and threw 
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me and Pedro in jail
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Now I'm gonna be guilty 'til proved 
innocent
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No lawyer to call so we're already 
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dead
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But Pedro sat in the corner with a
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 gleam in his eye
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Told me "We're gonna be alright"


[Chorus]
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Well the jailer he didn't know
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Pedro was hidin' that old .44
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Waitin' for him to walk by
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Soon as he did Pedro shot the guard
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 twice
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Said "I'll get you to America and 
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out of this hell"
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'Cause this ain't my first time 
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escapin' a Mexican jail
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[Bridge]
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Well we blew off the lock
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Ran out back to an old pickup 
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truck
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It used to belong to the guard
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Now he won't need it much
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We drove to the border
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Under the cover of night
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Up a dirt road 50 miles
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And we cut off the lights
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And I could see customs just up 
there ahead
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And I reached over and I shook 
Pedro's hand
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He said "I'll disappear for a while
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On that wide open range"
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What a true friend, maybe even a 
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saint


[Chorus]
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Yeah the jailer he didn't know
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Pedro was hidin' that old .44
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Waitin' for him to walk by
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Soon as he did Pedro shot the guard
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 twice
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Said "I'll get you to America and 
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out of this hell"
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'Cause this ain't my first time 
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escapin' a Mexican jail


[Acoustic Solo]
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[Bridge]
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Well I airdropped a brief case last
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 week in ol' Mexico
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Full of 10,000 dollars and airfare
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 to Texas for Pedro