Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Red Shahan
Acoustic Guitar
Elijah Ford
Electric Guitar
Parker Morrow
Bass Guitar
Matthew Smith
Drums
Jeff Dazey
Saxophone
Leo Saenz
Trumpet
Chris Konte
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Red Shahan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grant Jackson Wilborn
Mastering Engineer
Marc Ford
Producer
Lyrics
One, two-
I took the long way through Laredo and Laredo took me in
I set out 'cross the desert just to see if I fit in
I shook loose of the ticks and all them parasitic people
We'll see how my complexion holds up when I cross the river
It took a day or two to translate that I'm in desperate need for shelter
"Te cambio mi cuchillo" if I can get out of this weather
Rosa laughed at my appearance, turned her nose up in disgust
"Hueles como marrano" and my name forever stuck
Javelina, knockin' at my door
Javelina, comin' back for more
I made a hand at shooting goats and farming miles of eucalyptus
Jokes of tones of skin or they'd let me run my business
Them Sinaloa collectors caught some wind of my new presence
It's time for me to fly the coop and get out of this desert
Javelina, knockin' at my door
Javelina, comin' back for more
Shine down the lights of Ojinaga and the threat of getting caught
My shoes have all but melted but I dare not rest or stop
The city all looks like paradise and Texas looks like home
Them Sinaloa collectors will never know I'm gone
Javelina, knockin' at my door
Javelina, comin' back for more
Javelina, knockin' at my door
Javelina, comin' back for more
Written by: Red Shahan