I hope we don't disturb your scene
Here below the border
But men who deal in loco weed
Don't care for law and order.
We shoot our guns and watch 'em run,
Sittin' high up in the saddle.
We smoke and fight and ride all night
But we won't punch no cattle.

I got a stallion
His name is Fred
And if you think that's funny Jack,
I'll blow off your head

We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers

We fought the federales
At the Mexicali jail
And we've been riding fourteen days
All down the dusty trail*

On the deserts and the prairies
Down the canyon side
We're wild and we're hairy
And we know how to ride.*

We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers

We used to operate our gang
From Waco to Killeen
The pigs from Amarillo
Tried so hard to blow our scene

The marshals and the rangers
Tried to shoot us down
The Utah vigilantes
Tried to run us out of town

We cut a bloody trail across
The dirty Rio Grande
We call ourselves the Crackers,
We're a rock n' roll band

I could start to tell you
Things I've heard out on the trails
It's understood among good thieves
Dead men tell no tales.

We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers
We're the Crackers

* Verse omitted from recorded version

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