Botovs

Tony got shot at the Mexican border
 Leaving his past far behind his leg
 He could run fast
 But he knew they would catch him
 They're gonna find me out some day, some day
 But Tony tried, and he denied, but he relied
 On the wrong person
 And he made his own way
 But now he lay at Mexico's end
 Little boy Botus selling fruit and tacos
 American tourists are so strange, so strange
 I'm saving up money for my mother and my hunny
 Gonna buy a big house some day, some day
 But Botus he was only eight
 And he only ate if he had a good day
 And he saw Tony bleed
 On two pounds of weed and some peyote
 But little boy Botus he was young but no dummy
 Filling, his tummy, was all he ever knew
 He grabbed Tony's stash, filled his pockets with his cash
 He ran like the devil, Hell, I would too
 But Botus see he didn't know
 That once you go, man, you never come back
 And he ran from the man, with dirt, and sand,
 And that devil running down his back