John McAnna's

My name is John McAnna's I was Born in Alabama And I travel with my fríend José He's a mexican outlaw Should be buried in the ground 'Cause his family pretend he's dead We were running around through the railroad Just escaped out of the fucking jail Was a quiet night through the desert of gloom And we heard a distant southbound train José asked me "Will you come? 'Cause I'm going back to México" "I've got nothing better to do. Hell yeah!" Yeah we go, yeah we go Through the desert of México Yeah we go, yeah we go Late night through the desert As we enter the town I finaly had to ask "Who's the man you're trying to find?" "He's nothing but a traitor we will talk about that later" The cantina was full, there was music playing José stepped right in front of a man He said: "remember me" and he punched him in the face And made him scream like a motherfucker "We were fighting for our freedom For our lands en el camino When that bastard betrayed us They killed my brothers and my sisters And they locked us up in prisión And you already know all the rest" Now we're running around near the railroads José stops and turn his head It's a quiet day in the desert of gloom And we heard another southbound train José asked me "Will you come? 'Cause I still got so much to do" "I've got nothing better to say, hell yeah!" Yeah we go, yeah we go Through the desert of México Yeah we go, yeah we go Right on through the desert