Mi Ultimo Contrabando

When I die, listen friends
That's my taste and too bad
The finest coffin and me well dressed
And with my gold jewelry
On my right hand my rifle
And on the other a kilo of powder

With my cowboy hat and ostrich boots
And my embroidered belt
All cowboy and with great pride
And a deer vest
So that Saint Peter tells Jesus
Here comes a heavy bull

It will be my last journey
And I don't want to do it in vain
That's why I want to take
My last smuggling
If God doesn't grant me passage
I'll easily go with the devil

I want the true friends to come
And be in this mess
So they can take turns carrying the dish
And offer everyone powder
To play cards and also fine roosters
Like the real bulls do

I'm going to leave at my funeral
All expenses paid
I want the canaries to sing to me
When I'm already peeling off
The best wines and my quarters toast
For my last smuggling

And decorate my whole tomb
With gum and marijuana branches
And if possible
Bury me with my truck
So they know that the earth
Didn't swallow just anything