Contraband

[A]  Anything you want, that you don't n[D]eed
La cocaina, las armas, or the weed
Como Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yo
I am Capitan of my own ship! Soy un pangero!

I provide a l[E]ittle seen, little known, ma & pa, homegrown s[D]ervice to society
I g[F#m]ot your spice at a v[A]ery fine price, now..[E].Choose your variety

No radar, no runnin' lights, no radio
The torches blinking on the shore tell when to come and where to go
And I don't believe in the satellite, computer, GPS
My faith is the horizon... My compass, my best guess

You name the t[A]ime, you name the place, you name the c[D]ontraband
I will b[E]e there dark of night or light of d[A]ay
I guarantee delivery by [D]air, by sea or land
That's how I m[A]ake a lot of easy m[D]oney, baby...The h[A]ard way...

Despite the bribes I pay my trade receives official censure
"But it's not just a job," as the gringos say, no "It's an adventure!"

For every n[E]ight I have run,[D] I prefer the moon to the sun
For every f[E]ight I have won,[D] I prefer the knife to the gun
And any br[E]idge I never burned, I never crossed, and every f[D]ight I never picked, I never l[A]ost
                                           [E]                              [E]-single strum
We got a wild blue yonder, wild frontier - ain't we got the makings of a fine, fine career!

Shore to shore the sea I run 200 kiloMEters wide
Keep your eyes peeled, head down, hand steady; throttle ready to run, then nowhere to hide
The machete, the silence and the darkness are my friends
Yeah I know I gotta a date with Fate, I know not where or when...

Chorus...
we'll make a lot easy money, come on, we'll make a lot of easy money, baby...
The hard way...The hard way

You name the time, you name the place, you name the contraband    }  repeat x3 and fade out
We'll make a lot of easy money baby...the hard way                }