| Buenas tardes amigo
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| Hola, my good friend
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| Cinco de Mayo’s on Tuesday
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| And I hoped we’d see each other again
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| You killed my brother last winter
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| You shot him three times in the back
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| In the night I still hear mama weeping
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| Oh mama, still dresses in black
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| I looked at every fiesta
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| For you I wanted to greet
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| Maybe I’d sell you a chicken
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| With poison interlaced with the meat
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| You… you look like my brother
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| Mama loved him the best
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| He was head honcho with the ladies
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| Mama always said he was blessed
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| The village all gathered around him
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| They couldn’t believe what they saw
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| I said it was you that had killed him
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| And that I’d find you and upstand the law
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| The people of the village believed me Mama… she wanted revenge
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| I told her I’d see that she was honored
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| I’d find you and put you to death
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| So now… now that I’ve found you
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| On this such a joyous day
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| I tell you it was me who killed him
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| But the truth I’ll nevver have to say
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| Buenas tardes amigo
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| Hola, my good friend
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| Cinco de Mayo’s on Tuesday
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| And I hoped we’d see each other again |