The Ballad of Plancho Villa

I’m a hard working man
Just living off the land
In an honest kind of way
I run my business like a locomotive
From Illinois to Minnesota
I pick my flowers every day
That's how I earn my pay

My name is John Chapman
There’s no telling where I’ve been
I’ve lived from shore to shore
And I got what you want if that’s what you’re asking
From New York City out to Nebraska
The people keep coming back for more
Till the police came knocking on my door

‘O let me in’ they said
But it was local not the feds
So baby I don’t got no fear
And without a warrant and without a motive
I jumped in a truck back to Minnesota
To crop my last harvest of the year
But I’ve gotta learn to steer

I woke up to the sound
Of sirens all around
And blood mixed with glass on the tar
But I wouldn’t live life in a cold steel cell
So I picked myself up and I ran like hell
I started running far
Down South to the old Lone Star

And when I finally arrived at last
I’d arrived at Eagle’s Pass
My spirits they were running low
So I ordered up a drop of the doctors orders
Just 10 mile north of the southern border
When the law came from Del Rio
So I crossed into Mexico

Y cuando llegue yo
Me vesti in cuero negro
De pronto un kilo compre
Y no me puse nerviosa
Yo tengo amigos por todas costas
Y cuando la policia ve
Mi pistola yo saque

Escopetazo yo tire
But I wasn’t getting shot that day
Yo apunto para matar
So I fired off a round as a safety warning
Than I left 4 dead that July morning
And I jumped into a stolen car
La mota para motorizar

En la vista por detras
Con navaja nada mas
A Federale’s riding after me
He followed behind in a black gypsy cab
He was wounded in the side and ready for the stab
Yo saque mi machete
I fuckin stabbed him and ran away

Soy traficante
That’s how I earn my pay
Through the desert by the light of the moon
I travel the routes that no one knows
With my bag on my shoulders and my boots on my toes
Over them old sand dunes
Just singing them Hank Senior tunes

“Some folks might say that I’m no good
That I wouldn’t settle down if I could
But when that open road starts to calling me
There’s something over those hills that I just gotta see
Well I know it’s hard, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man”

And so I do what no one says
As I sit by the Sea of Cortez
I’ve grown rich and wise
And now they call me Plancho Villa
The American king of the Sensamilla
As I lay back and close my eyes
And drink a Tequila Sunrise