The Three Amigas (feat. Mr. Murray Hill)

Here's Hesta Prynn, she's always on her mark

And you know her bite is worse than her bark

She's long and lean, a Texas Hold 'Em machine

So keep your eyes on your money if your money's green

And here comes Sprout, ridin' up alongside

She'll coax her mare into a gentle stride

You wanna play her game? Well, it'll cost you, boss

She'll hustle you in pool, then ride off on your horse

And then there's Spero (Yeah, that's me)

And you know my time don't come for free

But, hey, I got this round, go on and drink it down

I'll have your gold in my pocket by the time I leave town

It takes three to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

'Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years, we'll all be underwater

It takes three to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

'Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years, we'll all be underwater

At the poker table, y'all could call me Ms. Deal

Spero busy casin' for some booty to steal

Don't bother Chuck Brody when he's eatin' his meal

Sprout gon' leave his share at the bottom of the stair

And we keep prospecting 'cause that's our biz

We're known to roll where the moonshine is

Three amiga chicas, smart and sassy senñoritas

Eatin' huevos and gorditas, spreadin' hummus on our pitas

In a northern state in a western town

Where the tumbleweeds are known to blow around

I draw my guns as I step through the swingin' doors

With my chaps, and my spurs, and my hat pulled down

It takes three to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

'Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years, we'll all be underwater

It takes three to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

'Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years, we'll all be underwater

I saddle up to the bar concealing my lies

Insult the bartender, order three red eyes

He says, "Whoa, little lady, put away that six shooter

Sheriff's bringing your subpoena straight to Rose's Cantina"

In a cloud of dust, I slipped out the side

Out where the horses were tied

I picked a good one, it looked like a good one

I hopped on his back and away I did ride

It takes three to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

'Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years, we'll all be underwater

It takes three to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

'Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years, we'll all be underwater

Ain't no cover when the sharks are bitin'

If you're goin' out, might as well go out fightin'

'Cause I budget it tight, Sprout advances it right

And Hesta Prynn settles up at the end of the night