Me and Bill there we both come from Georgia 
Met Hank out in New Mexico 
We’re bound for Duranqo to join Pancho Villa 
We hear that he’s payin’ in gold 
I guess a man’s got to do what he’s best at 
Ain’t found nothin’ better so far 
Been called mercenaries and men with no country 
Just soldiers in search of a war 

And we’re bound for the border 
We’re soldiers of fortune 
And we’ll fight for no country but we’ll die for good pay 
Under the flag of of the greenback dollar 
Or the peso down Mexico way 

When this war is over might go back to Georgia 
And settle down quiet some where 
I’ll most likely pack up and head south for Chile 
Heard tell there’s some trouble down there