Victor

Fue en la frontera de Laredo
The year was 1995
One man was colder than what most would strive
"Vivo o Muerto" better off alive

Victor se fue a la gran city
Just like those movies in his head
Well, what a pity. Ya no hay merced
El Argentino was now left for dead

En Dallas. Todas las balas
You can call me by my name
Soy el Chicano Jesse James
Mi dama que me difama
Ya no hay un home for me to stay
I sit and wait for judgement day

La guita es buena. El Newyorkino
But not exactly how he planned
He ran to reno at his own demand
Kissing his chica by the Jersey sand

Now Paul Ray King and Jorge Chavez
They got it better off than him
Uno esta muerto. Well ain't that so grim?
The other one to lead a life of sin

En Dallas. Todas las balas
You heard of all I ever did
El cordobés Billy The Kid

Mi dama que me difama
The chimes of hell ring like a bell
I still got my soul to sell