Tequila in the Jar
by Bob Kotta

As I was goin' through the mountains of Morelos
I spied Captain Sanchez, he was countin' his dineros
I pulled out my pistola and stuck it in his middle
Saying, "Give me all your money 'cause I am a bad bandido!"
Muchos gringos trabahar,
Whack fol the barrio, whack fol the barrio,
Es tequila in the jar.

I took all that money and went home to my Maria
She say them shining pesos and said, "It's good to see ya!"
She vowed and she swore that she'd never blow my cover
But never trust a woman if she's got another lover!
Muchos gringos trabahar,
Whack fol the barrio, whack fol the barrio,
Es tequila in the jar.

I woke up the next morning, had a breakfast of tamales
When the casa was surrounded by a bunch of Federales
They kicked in the door and they broke the window latches
And took me off to prison, but they had no stinkin' badges!
Muchos gringos trabahar,
Whack fol the barrio, whack fol the barrio,
Es tequila in the jar.

In the calaboose they put me with all the other fellows
For robbin' Captain Sanchez in the mountains of Morelos
But they didn't take my reefers so I got the jailer loaded
And then I ran away while his mind it was eroded
Muchos gringos trabahar,
Whack fol the barrio, whack fol the barrio,
Es tequila in the jar.

I think I'll find me brother, the one who's in Ayisto
We'll get ourselves a Chevy and go up to San Fransico
Together we'll go crusin' and pretend like we are machos
Pick up pretty women, get 'em drunk and feed 'em nachos!
Muchos gringos trabahar,
Whack fol the barrio, whack fol the barrio,
Es tequila in the jar.