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 ♪ 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