The Three Amigas - Northern State feat. Mr. Murray Hill, Northern State, Mr. Murray Hill

Here’s hesta prynn- she’s always on her mark

And you know her bite is worse than her bark

She’s long and lean a texas hold em machine

So keep your eyes on your money if your money’s green

And here comes sprout riding up alongside

She’ll coax her mare into a gentle stride

You wanna play her game?

Well it’ll cost you boss

She’ll hustle you in pool then ride off on your horse

And then there’s spero- yeah that’s me

And you know my time don’t come for free

But hey I got this round- go on and drink it down

I’ll have your gold in my pocket by the time I leave town

It takes 3 to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years we’ll all be under water (2x)

At the poker table- ya’ll could call me ms.

Deal

Spero busy casing for some booty to steal

Don’t bother chuck brody when he’s eating his meal

Sprout gone leave his share at the bottom of the stair

And we keep prospecting cause that’s our biz

We’re known to roll where the moonshine is

Three amiga chicas smart and sassy senoritas

Eating huevos and gorditas spreading hummus on our pitas

In a northern state in a western town

Where the tumble weeds are known to blow around

I draw my guns as I step through the swinging doors

With my chaps and my spurs and my head pulled down

It takes 3 to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years we’ll all be under water (2x)

I saddle up to the bar concealing my lies

Insult the bartender order 3 red eyes

He says whoa little lady put away that six shooter

Sheriff’s bringing your subpoena straight to rose’s cantina

In a cloud of dust- I slipped out the side

Out where the horses where tied

I picked a good one it looked like a good one

I hopped on his back and away I did ride

It takes 3 to make a thing go right

And we write our words in the middle of the night

Cause the night is the time to run for the border

And in fifty years we’ll all be under water (2x)

Ain’t' no cover when the sharks are biting

If you’re going out might as well go out fighting

Cause I budget it tight

Sprout advances it right

And hesta prynn settles up at the end of the night