Contraband

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  Anything you want, that you don't need
La cocaina, las armas, or the weed
Como Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yo
I am Capitan of my own ship! Soy un pangero!
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I provide a little seen, little known, ma & pa, homegrown service to society
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I got your spice at a very fine price, now...Choose your variety
No radar, no runnin' lights, no radio
The torches blinking on the shore tell when to come and where to go
And I don't believe in the satellite, computer, GPS
My faith is the horizon... My compass, my best guess
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You name the time, you name the place, you name the contraband
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I will be there dark of night or light of day
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I guarantee delivery by air, by sea or land
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That's how I make a lot of easy money, baby...The hard way...
Despite the bribes I pay my trade receives official censure
"But it's not just a job," as the gringos say, no "It's an adventure!"
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For every night I have run, I prefer the moon to the sun
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For every fight I have won, I prefer the knife to the gun
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And any bridge I never burned, I never crossed, and every fight I never picked, I never lost
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We got a wild blue yonder, wild frontier - ain't we got the makings of a fine, fine career!