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Me and old Billy we both come from Georgia, met Hank out in new mexico. We're bound for Durango to Pancho Villa, we hear that he's paying in gold. I guess a man's gots to do what he's best at, aint found nothing better so far. Been called mercenaries, or men with no country - just soldiers in search of a war. And we're bound for the border, we're soldiers of fortune, we fight for no country but we'll die for good pay. Under the flag of the greenback dollar and the peso down in mexico. Mercenery Song - Steve Earl