Tony got shot at the Mexican border   Leaving his past far behind his leg   He could run fast   But he knew they would catch him   They’re gonna find me out some day, some day   But Tony tried, and he denied, but he relied   On the wrong person   And he made his own way   But now he lay at Mexico’s end      Little boy Botus selling fruit and tacos   American tourists are so strange, so strange   I’m saving up money for my mother and my hunny   Gonna buy a big house some day, some day   But Botus he was only eight   And he only ate if he had a good day   And he saw Tony bleed   On two pounds of weed and some peyote      But little boy Botus he was young but no dummy   Filling, his tummy, was all he ever knew   He grabbed Tony’s stash, filled his pockets with his cash   He ran like the devil, Hell, I would too   But Botus see he didn’t know   That once you go, man, you never come back   And he ran from the man, with dirt, and sand,   And that devil running down his back