歌词
Richard came inside a gas-truck's gear
Hiding from officers
Crossing the limits of the country's fears
And lying as gossipers
As he decided to leave his hiding place
To take a walk in the American dream
Felt so scared, but he needed sun in face
And in the street officers took him
Those were hard days for a gambler
Those were hard days for a man
But too hard to remember
As he hadto leave again
Richard got rid of Miami law
By deportation and some injuries
When the Moreno man
With a punch in jaw
Got in love so tenderly
Because in the flight he heard a voice
Which Latin accent singing
So when they landed, love left no choice
Had to go with her to Mexico
Those were good days for a gambler
Those were good days for a man
But too good to remember
As he had to leave again
Good days for a gambler
Good days for a man
But too good to remember
As he had to leave again
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Richard waited the night
To leave the house of cheer
When she was sleeping safe
Kissed her belly with a guilty tear
Must get lonely to get rave
Hit the road looking for something else
But for the first time felt alone
Wanted a place to rest in peace
But there's no way back home