Buenas Tardes Amigo

Hola, my good friend

Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday

And I hoped we'd see each other again

You killed my brother last winter

You shot him three times in the back

In the night I still hear mama weeping

Oh mama, still dresses in black

I looked at every fiesta

For you I wanted to greet

Maybe I'd sell you a chicken

With poison interlaced with the meat

You...you look like my brother

Mama loved him the best

He was head honcho with the ladies

Mama always said he was blessed

The village all gathered around him

They couldn't believe what they saw

I said it was you that had killed him

And that I'd find you and upstand the law

The people of the village believed me

Mama...she wanted revenge

I told her that I'd see that she was honored

I'd find you and put you to death



So now...now that I've found you

On this such a joyous day

I tell you it was me who killed him

But the truth I'll never have to say

Buenas tardes amigo

Hola, my good friend

Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday

And I hoped we'd see each other again

Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again