Contraband

Intro: (Steve- Capo VII)
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  Anything you want, that you don't need
La cocaina, las armas, or the weed
Como Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yo
I am Capitan of my own ship! Soy un pangero!

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I provide a little seen, little known, ma & pa, homegrown service to society
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I got your spice at a very fine price, now...Choose your variety

No radar, no runnin' lights, no radio
The torches blinking on the shore tell when to come and where to go
Continúa después del anuncio
And I don't believe in the satellite, computer, GPS
My faith is the horizon... My compass, my best guess

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You name the time, you name the place, you name the contraband
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I will be there dark of night or light of day
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I guarantee delivery by air, by sea or land
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That's how I make a lot of easy money, baby...The hard way...

Despite the bribes I pay my trade receives official censure
"But it's not just a job," as the gringos say, no "It's an adventure!"

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For every night I have run, I prefer the moon to the sun
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For every fight I have won, I prefer the knife to the gun
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And any bridge I never burned, I never crossed, and every fight I never picked, I never lost
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We got a wild blue yonder, wild frontier - ain't we got the makings of a fine, fine career!