| In the town of Reynosa, there’s a beautiful river
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| That shines in the Mexico sun
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| There are boats and they cross from one side to the other
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| At dusk when the hot day is done
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| From there to Acuña to Del Rio, Texas
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| You valley up through San Antone
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| With the pesos I’ve saved up for years then I’ll trade
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| For the chance to send dollars back home
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| Coyote, coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
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| Coyote, man what have you done?
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| You took all our money and left us to die
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| In the heat of the South Texas sun
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| Coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
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| He steps out of the shadows, he won’t look in my eyes
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| His hand’s out to take all I’ve got
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| He says that he’s smuggled a thousand good men
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| And he says that he’s never been caught
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| So with seventeen other, braceros like cattle
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| Packed in for that long final ride
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| In the semi-truck crossing the border it’s dark
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| And it’s hot as an oven inside
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| Coyote, coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
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| Coyote, man what have you done?
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| You took all our money and left us to die
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| In the heat of the South Texas sun
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| Coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
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| The braceros are asking in whispers
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| Why the truck stopped in the heat of the day?
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| At first sign of trouble, he’s left us all there
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| By the road and he’s walking away
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| Coyote, coyote, qué hiciste cabron?
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| Coyote, man what have you done?
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| You took all our money and left us to die
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| In the heat of the South Texas sun
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| Coyote, qué hiciste cabron? |