La Cumbia Del Pistolero

I'm gonna chat, folks
I was throwing around mafia
For asking for money so much
They kicked me out of my house

They sent me to an uncle
Because they couldn't stand it anymore
I packed my suitcase
On my shoulder, and you'll see
What happened, my people

I lost my gun
I lost the magazine
The horn I had
I didn't even know where it went

You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me

I was in an armored car
With the windows down
How cool the dude looks
Showing off in the truck

You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me

I put on a bulletproof vest
Look what happened
I had armor on my chest
But not on my back

You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me

Now I'm running errands
And they send me here and there
Go load the radios
Go get the seafood

You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
Between Monday as a hitman
By Thursday, they got rid of me

I didn't even make it to Friday
To show off the big car
They took away my armored car
I sail it in a truck

You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
That's what the boss told me
You're not cut out to be a gunman
And that's the truth, old man