Oh Maria hands it out
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she comes from Guatamala
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she helps me get around
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she helps when I'm in trouble
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when the ice cream hit the ground
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The Federales they were a'coming
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she had made arrangements with a vendor
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the stupid gringo - he got away
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Now if I had a $100's
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and maracas in my hand
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I'd shake them for Maria
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I'd pressure her old man
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to let me take her back to Texas
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In the white pickup truck
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where she had done a dozen favors
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to get me out of dutch
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La...
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Now we never spank the children
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and the house is pretty small
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and I never learned the language
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of old Guatamal
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but there are frijoles when I'm hungry
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and I drink tequila when I'm dry
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and the coffee is oh so good
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and Maria hands it out
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La...
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Maria
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