Bourbon Crow - A Bed In The Desert lyrics

Well mama I'm writing a letter home 'Cuz I know that you think what I've done was wrong But I'm here to tell ya, I've got no regrets And you know your boy he don't take no sh** That's exactly why I k**ed that son of a b**h And I'm doing life, in this metal pit Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do Though its consequences can be cruel With the one-way ticket to the graveyard And I'm driving the hearse And I made you a bed in the desert Well the stoty I'm about to tell And the first verse you heard didn't end so well For that loose lip, non-English speaking immigrant I said "I don't know what the hell you're saying And this bottle I'm drinking got me to thinking Every dog has his day and that dog was barking" Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do Though its consequences can be cruel With the one-way ticket to the graveyard And I'm driving the hearse And I made you a bed in the desert I said "Adios amigo Hope you enjoyed your last burrito If you have any final words Let them be heard" "No comprende señor" And I made you a bed in the desert