Baixar Mais Tocadas: Buenos Tardes Amigo

Buenas Tardes AmigoHola, my good friendCinco de Mayo’s on TuesdayAnd I hoped we’d see each other againYou killed my brother last winterYou shot him three times in the backIn the night I still hear mama weepingOh mama, still dresses in blackI looked at every fiestaFor you I wanted to greetMaybe I’d sell you a chickenWith poison interlaced with the meatYou…you look like my brotherMama loved him the bestHe was head honcho with the ladiesMama always said he was blessedThe village all gathered around himThey couldn’t believe what they sawI said it was you that had killed himAnd that I’d find you and upstand the lawThe people of the village believed meMama…she wanted revengeI told her that I’d see that she was honoredI’d find you and put you to deathSo now…now that I’ve found youOn this such a joyous dayI tell you it was me who killed himBut the truth I’ll never have to sayBuenas tardes amigoHola, my good friendCinco de Mayo’s on TuesdayAnd I hoped we’d see each other againYes, I hoped we’d see each other again