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I spun a bottle on the map to tell us which way to go

Now we´re hellbound south into Hermosillo

Got the ashes of my best friend in a cremation jar on the shotgun seat of the

car

Got the top chopped off

Got the windows down

One last tour through our happy, happy hunting grounds

Though we never made a kill, that was never really what we came down here for

So give me a sign, amigo can you tell me

Did you go down laughin´ when you finally fell

We had tales to tell and songs to sing

Did you get your horns or did they give you wings

Either works just as well

Ashes of san miguel

Well it´s a hundred and one under this fanatical sun

Them black-eyed federales drippin' sweat on their machine guns

Sayin', «…drive on slow, gringo, you ain´t as savage as you think you

Are…»

I bought a box of firecrackers and liquor to go

Vamonos, amigo para Bahía Kino

Everything´s here I got the pesos and the beer

Still ain´t no sign of your ghost

The desert´s lovely, dark and deep

And I got no more promises left to keep

But why

Tell me why

I gotta drain a bottle dry

Before I can cry

Before I can cry over you

There´s bones on the beach

And there´s ashes in the jar

Ghosts in the air laughin' at us fools at the bar

And somewhere inside this river don´t run to the sea no more

Life is cheap here and death is rich

And he finally got you, lucky son of a bitch

And if I could do it again

I´d cry aloud at your hospital bed

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