Maria’s Ford Truck

The bank job in Juarez was easy, but pickings were slim.

El Paso, just north of the border, was touch and go.

We figured out quickly we needed a third for a driver.

Maria showed up in her Ford truck, wouldn't you know.

Goodbye old friend, she was always my senorita.

We could split that cash, but there ain't quite enough for three.

Say your last words and we'll be on our way, my amigo.

With a bed full of money, a Ford truck, Maria, and me.

Our gunslinger threesome camped out as we counted our money.

Out on the West Texas hills in the fading sunlight.

While you had passed out from a bottle of Sousa Tequila

She made me a man in that Ford truck that clear starry night

Goodbye old friend she was always my senorita We could split that cash but there ain't quite

enough for three Say your last words and we'll be on our way

my amigo. With a bed full of money, a Ford truck, Maria and me. You got sloppy and forthwart

and shot up that old guy in Chico. Said you would take us both down if we left you alone.

Try to split all the takings three way, split you wanted half. So me and Maria were gonna

go out on our own Goodbye old friend, she was always my senorita

We could split that cash, but there ain't quite enough for three

Say your last words and we'll be on our way, my amigo

With a bed full of money, her four truck, Maria, and me

With a bed full of money, her four truck, Maria, and me