I found him outside on a long dusty highway, just south of old San Antone
His left foot was limpin´, his clothes were all ragged, was down to a fifth of Patron
I rolled up right behind him in my beat-up Chevy and ´bout scared ol´ Pedro to death

When he saw it was me, he said, "Thank the Lord, " dropped his bag and ol´ boy hugged my neck

´Cause my charter plane dropped him just over the border, my pilot told him to go north
He´d been walking two days with a bag on his shoulder, still holding that old .44
All the locals in Texas, they call him a hero ´cause he got us out of a trap
At a nearby saloon, we all gather up and celebrate the day that Pedro came back

We set him up as a huntin´ guide outside Laredo, and I let him work on my ranch
Each day we would take out a couple of hunters, those whitetail would n´er stand a chance
Many years would go by and we almost forgot they still had a price on our heads

But on this side of the border, there´s plenty protection and they ain´t found ol´ Pedro yet

´Cause my charter plane dropped him just over the border
My pilot told him to go north
He´d been walking two days with a bag on his shoulder
Still holding that old .44
All the locals in Texas, they call him a hero
Cause he got us out of a trap
At a nearby saloon, we all gather up and celebrate
The day that Pedro came back

I found him outside on a long dusty highway
Just south of old San Antone