Contraband

Intro: (Steve- Capo VII)
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  Anything you want, that you 
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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 
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known, ma & pa, homegrown service to
 society
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I got your spice at a very fine 
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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
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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 
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place, you name the contraband
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I will be there dark of night or 
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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 
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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!"

PreChorus
Chorus

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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 
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never crossed, and every fight I 
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never picked, I never lost
                                    
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  E-single strum
We got a wild blue yonder, wild 
frontier - ain't we got the makings 
of a fine, fine career!