El Clavo
Jorge Gamboa
The Nail
They didn't find the nail
In the red bronco
They were sure
That she was well loaded
And even though they pointed fingers
They couldn't find anything
The commander approached me
And started investigating
Tell me where you have the nail
I don't want to hurt you
If we find it
You won't get away with it
They took me off the bronco
The dogs searched it
The cargo was well hidden
That's why they didn't sniff it
I fought them off
They were left wanting
I went to the angels
They were already waiting for me
In an old warehouse
We unloaded the contraband
Oh, I remembered the fools
When they were paying me
I run the crooked business
I like the thrills
I'm not afraid of death
And even less of prisons
I never rely on luck
I rely on my pants
I already changed the bronco
Because they had it marked
Now I'm in a suburban
That has also been fixed
With the nail they made
The dogs don't sense anything
