Well they shot poor ol' Lupe Montosa They gunned him down up at the Bootlegger Spring They stole his only silver ring They wrecked all his distillin' things And made a widow of his sweet, lil' wife Rosa They found an old curandero to bury the mescalero While his family cried for thirteen nights and days And when Lupito asked his momma why His papa had to go and die She said, "Dios works in the most loco of ways." And so the padre tried to settle down The angry mob that'd gathered 'round He said, "Let no more tears flow. let's let no more blood spill... People, don'tcha take revenge... in time the Lord will surely avenge This crime For Lupe and the untimely death of our still!" Chorus When they found the men who shot down poor ol' Lupe Well, their lives were just barely a flicker You see they'd all lost their minds Each one went permanently blind From drinkin' too much of poor Lupe's good liquor! Chorus