They killed my best friend, and they're coming for me next.

I got out of Detroit that night, and I've been on the road ever since.

But twelve hundred miles from the Mexican border,

This pretty, pouty little redhead stops me in my tracks,

She looks like trouble, alright.

I need to buy a wife if I want to make it out of this country alive,

I'm gonna take her and make her mine.

It's not often a bad boy with a suitcase full of stolen cash comes through my diner,

Even less often a guy walks in and I immediately picture us getting dirty in the back room.

We make a deal: help him cross the border and the cash is mine.

He wants me to pose as his wife. That'll cost him 20 grand,

Everything else comes free…