7 Millones
Los Huracanes del Norte
7 Million
The wind was blowing strong
As if it already sensed
That death was approaching
They were after José García
His head had a price
Worth 7 million
The American government
Wanted his extradition
They say in Arizona
He had stolen a plane
That young man from Sinaloa
Crossed through Agua Prieta
For killing three policemen
All sons of Uncle Sam
The gringos want to judge him
But we know that there
If you kill a policeman
They give you certain death
The sun was rising
The morning was cold
When they surrounded the house
The FBI said
Come out with your hands up
We're here for you, García
Not even the flies made noise
Nobody was in the house
Suddenly a sound was heard
An R15 was roaring
The federal agents died
They didn't watch their backs
If you want the reward
In Sinaloa, I'll be waiting
It's 7 million green
You can come for the prize
So you don't have problems
Leave your will prepared
