I crossed the mississippi, turned South at San Antone
A bowie knife, a wooly coat, a grip bag on my arm.
Verse 4: (Lyrics)
I hid in the mountains south of Mazulblan
I crossed the mississippi, turned South at San Antone
A bowie knife, a wooly coat, a grip bag on my arm.
Verse 4: (Lyrics)
I hid in the mountains south of Mazulblan