Mike Ethan Messick - Kings Of Juarez Lyrics
Yeah well Jimmy's got a six pack, and a twelve gaugeShooting cans & bottles off the fenceYesterday tomorrow seemed so hopelessToday it seems like everything makes senseHe's staring at the bead right down the barrelI'm looking for a pen to write this downWorking on a plan that means escapingWhat people call the white trash side of town...CHORUSYeah we're gonna live like kings in JuarezLive like little gringo millionairesIt doesn't really matter what the score isA dollar goes a long long way down thereI'm tired of feeling too big for my britchesTired of feeling too small for my dreamsWe're either gonna die like dogs in TexasOr make it down to Juarez... and live like kingsWell we could rob the farmer's bank in HondoTell me brother how hard could it beWhoever put it that close to the highwayNever counted on the likes of meThey're probably never gonna see us comin'We'll probably never have to fire a shotProbably never more set foot in TexasOnce we get across the parking lot...REPEAT CHORUSWe're gonna live in castles, by the waterOr hell at least in cabins by the barWe're gonna kiss the desert's lovely daughtersUnderneath the heavens' silver starsAin't even gonna worry that the moneyMight not last until we're both deadYou know you really ain't no kind of outlawOnce you start to think that far ahead...REPEAT CHORUS
