Los Tres de Zacatecas

There was a shipment of three hundred kilos
That the border patrol caught
And when suddenly I heard the news
They only spoke of a hundred

I heard the comment because I was in jail
I was a captive for being illegal
While the gringos were distributing
I was writing the ballad

The ones they caught were three brothers
They came from Zacatecas
They were Juan and Pablo, and Manuel Eduardo
And their last name Guerrero

The immigrant said to the detainees
You can consider yourselves dead
If I hear even half a word
About the shipment's cut

I know the load was good
I knew it by the smell
In a few minutes, the checkpoint smelled
Like ammonia and acetone

An anxious mother waits
For the three from Zacatecas
Maybe with my song she'll find out one day
That they are behind bars