"Corrido del Pistolero" genre: General Latin
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	CD: Cara Guitarra Credits: Words & Music by Kyle Bergersen
	Lyrics Headed north from Sinaloa Tattoos of serpentining cobras With several kilos of cocaine A horse that runs inside your veins And six pack of coca cola Swaggard in a dank cantina The place was sweating pure tequila With a pocketful of cash His cloudy eye upon his stash The clear one on a seÅ„orita Her eyes were darker than ebony Had fingernails like sharp machetes Hotter than a habaÅ„ero Tempting to our pistolero The localés called her Betty Her hair came way down to her ankles His pantalons began to wrankle When she’s finished with a man Her customers all understand He’ll be too tired to say thank you He didn’t know about D’armand. Her pimp-slash-manager-slash-boyfriend With his razor sharp stiletto The life of our pistolero Had a quick and grisly end All he wanted was dinero A place to hang up his sombrero But got a pistol load of strife A chance to sacrifice his life For a bunch of junkie jueros

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