I lost my mind ten years ago
wanderin' through the world
Let's cut right to the quick
I met me a dark-eyed girl
I was living in El Paso with a woman named Inez
We'd stare out every evening
At the hills of old Jaurez

Inez she'd had a grand daddy who'd owned the dry good store
He'd climb up on his roof at night and watch Pancho Villa's war
Jack [bad word] with silver guns
"For Villa" Granddad said
But Pancho he went underground in the hills of old Juarez

Those rollin' smoky hills of old Juarez
Those god forsaken hills
They will lure you to your death
Beware the dusty hills of old Juarez

"There's gold in them there hillsâ??
So said a man with a broken tooth
We [bad word] some cocaine powder
Right on by the custom's booth
I was broke I needed money
To pacify Inez
So I started doing business in the hills of old Jaurez
The adrenaline and blood boiled up
Oh man ain't this [bad word] When [bad word] through the gunfire
And the Okatio [bad word] My partner was a Tiwa kid straight off of the â??res
But he ratted me and disappeared in the hills of old Juarez
bullet in my back, a bullet in my leg
Bullets flying by my ears they taught me how to pray
I prayed I'd reach the river bank where I had left Inez
But I fell through rock and prickly pear in the hills of old Juarez

Those rolling smoky hills of old Juarez
Those god forsaken hills
They will lure you to your death
Beware the dusty hills of old Juarez

The Narco Trafficante boys
They own the borderline
Fat cats up in Washington [bad word] and moan and whine
I'm in Huntsville Prison
I'm dreaming of Inez
She's waiting for me there in the hills of old Juarez

Those rollin' smoky hills of old Juarez
Those god forsaken hills
They will lure you to your death
Beware the dusty hills of old Juarez
Those god forsaken hills of old Juarez.

Songwriters [bad word]