In the cool early hours before dawn, in one hour I must be gone The airplane is waiting all loaded with Illegal Cargo And I’ll count the minutes until I return here tomorrow Keep a light burning for a heart that is yearning for the peace that you alone can bring. Open your eyes Jacinta it’s time we were waking I promise that this is the last run that I will be making When the landing is made and the payoff is paid We can begin our new life. Now, my father he tilled the soil, and all of his days spent in toil When we laid him away I vowed I would not die a poor man I got a Gringo named Hartley to teach me to fly his airplane Together we smuggled Illegal Cargo ‘cross the border to the U.S. of A. Hartley’s in jail leaving his airplane behind Now I alone fly through the mountains where their radar is blind Then I touch down in a West Texas town And the final connection is made. Some fly for the danger that is there, some fly ‘cause they just do not care I fly for the dollars the rich Yankee Gringos will pay me To start a new life with my young wife, Jacinta beside me If the law must be broken it’s the way I have chosen its’ simply a risk I must take You call me a fool, you call me a smuggler and worse Call me what you will as long as you open your purse For the sweet smelling weed you all seem to need Or the cocaine if you can afford it.