Chico The White Buffalo

Oh Chico he lies
Well he got it coming
He don't know when to quit
Just keeps his mouth running
From day into night

Grab the money and the bag
The cold Smith and Wesson
Going to take him out back
Going to teach him a lesson
That will stick in his mind

You better follow the lessons
Heed the signs
Don't you follow him
Down past the borderline

Can't find the dope
I don't know where he hid it
Well he's sneaky like that
Maybe we should just split
Put it out of our minds

Chico comes to
He heads south for the border
They got women and pills
That can stretch his disorder
Right over his eyes