One, two

Friday night somewhere in Arizona

That tequila daggum put me in a coma

It was one, two, three, I don't remember four

But I done lost my keys and I gotta make it home

I flagged a bus down and I only paid a quarter

Told 'em drop my ass anywhere up on the corner

But I woke up 80 miles by the border

In a blazing dust-storm haze

I saw an old abuelo walking to my right

He took a seat by me, I asked him all politely

Where a guy like me could stay a couple nights

And make a dime or two to hitch another ride

He said, "In this town, you're pushing or you're buying

And a boy like you might quickly get to dying

But I need this kilo gone before tonight

If you can sell it, I'll get you paid"

I knew "Hola, señorita"

And I guess I knew my name

But I never knew I was a dead-eye shooter

Born to push cocaine

No, don't call me ol' Johnny 'round these parts, honey

'Cause everything has changed

I'm the blood-spitting, bull-riding, boot-shining, one-eyed pirate

Big Jefe

Tryna get up off that bus and act natural

With a brick of snow weighing heavy in my satchel

I don't know my español enough to babble

So I just said, "That I can get you high"

High

High

High

And then a fat mouth with a pistol in his jacket

Grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down an alley

Said, "I like your style, boy, I'll provide the saddle

If you're looking for a hell of a raise"

I knew "Hola, señorita"

And I guess I knew my name

But I never knew I was a dead-eye shooter

Born to push cocaine

No, don't call me ol' Johnny 'round these parts, honey

'Cause everything has changed

I'm the blood-spitting, bull-riding, boot-shining, one-eyed pirate

Big Jefe

Now I'm at my beach house south of Tijuana

With a blue-eyed señorita, baby mama

And I only ride that saddle when I wanna

'Cause I did my time and made a million dollars

Pour another round, gracias, de nada

Keep the reposado flowing out the bottle

'Cause I never woulda made it here without her

That blazing dust-storm day

I knew "Hola, señorita"

And I guess I knew my name

But I never knew I was a dead-eye shooter

Born to push cocaine

No, don't call me ol' Johnny 'round these parts, honey

'Cause everything has changed

I'm the blood-spitting, bull-riding, boot-shining, hog-tying, white-lining, bar-fighting

Two-timing, high-flying, truck-driving all night, running from the bright light, sky-diving, one-eyed pirate

Big Jefe