The Mexican

The Mexican
Haggerty / Hellmich

He grew up at the Mexican Border
in Piedras Negras a one horse town
And all that he ever dreamed of
Was to become the best gunman around
With twenty one he drew his first guns
Long ago near the Rio Grande
there was a gunman on his way
He was searchin‘ for someone to kill
the “Mexican” was his name
And there he comes – hands on the guns
His time has come, to show he‘s the fastest one
wherever he goes, he wears his silver guns
He crossed the Rio Bravo to meet a Stranger in Eagle Pass
People there in Texas never seen a man drew his guns so fast
That‘s the reason why… The Mexican wants him to die
His time has come
face to face, see the Lawman‘s eyes
he drew his guns and before he could blink an eye
he fell down to the ground, tasted blood and the dust around
His time isn‘t done, he‘s still the fastest one