I was huntin' for whitetail last year down in ole Mexico
And I asked for the best huntin' guide and they gave me Pedro
On that second morning I shot me a big trophy buck
As we carried him out, soon we were circled by trucks
And I didn't know it but this land belonged to the cartel
They took all our money and threw me and Pedro in jail
Now I'm gonna be guilty till proved innocent
No lawyer to call so we're already dead
But Pedro sat in the corner with a gleam in his eye
Told me, "We're gon' be alright"
Well the jailer, he didn't know
Pedro was hiding that ole .44
Layin' and waitin' for him to walk by
Soon as he did, Pedro shot the guard twice
He said, "I'll get you to America and out of this hell
'Cause this ain't my first time escaping a Mexican jail"
Well we blew off the lock, ran out back to an old pickup truck
It used to belong to the guard, now he won't need it much
We drove to the border under the cover of night
Up a dirt road 50 miles and we cut off the lights
And I could see customs just up there ahead
Then I reached over and shook Pedro's hand
He said I'll disappear for a while on that wide open range
What a true friend, maybe even a saint
Yeah the jailer, he didn't know
Pedro was hiding that ole .44
Layin' and waitin' for him to walk by
Soon as he did, Pedro shot the guard twice
He said, "I'll get you to America and out of this hell
'Cause this ain't my first time escaping a Mexican jail"
Well I air dropped a briefcase last week down in ole Mexico
Full of ten thousand dollars and airfare to Texas for Pedro
