Paco’s Tacos

[Verse 1]
Sun beat down on a one-road town
Boot prints lined that busted ground
Bandits laughing, bags of grain
Left the wells, left the cupboards drained
Sheriff’s badge on a faded vest
Too few hands, too many threats
Folks all whispered, “We’re done for now”
Sheriff Paco just raised one brow (hmm)
[Chorus]
Paco’s Tacos
Save this town again
Little corn halos
Hot enough to chase bad men
One more skillet
One more prayer in smoke
Paco’s Tacos
Make the wicked choke
[Verse 2]
Bandit chief with a jagged scar
Rode right into the saloon bar
Kicked the doors, said, “This place mine”
Spilled their hope like cheap red wine
Paco smiled, “Boys, take a seat
Last request’s a plate to eat”
Bandits chuckled, guns held low
Till they smelled that simmering glow (oh-oh)
[Chorus]
Paco’s Tacos
Save this town again
Little corn halos
Hot enough to chase bad men
One more skillet
One more prayer in smoke
Paco’s Tacos
Make the wicked choke
[Bridge]
[Band drops to guitar and trumpet]
Sizzle on the pan, saints in the steam
Fire-roasted justice, hotter than their schemes
One bite, two bites, eyes start to brim
Heats their hearts ’til the hate falls dim (hey!)
[Chorus]
Paco’s Tacos
Save this town again
Little corn halos
Hot enough to chase bad men
Plates left empty
But the streets got hope
Paco’s Tacos
Made the devil go
[Outro]
Horses running, dust trail thin
Bandits gone, town breathes again
If trouble rides where the sand wind blows
You call the man with the magic tacos (olé)

country, Dusty Western stomp with swaggering mariachi brass, nylon guitar, and clacky castanets. Mid-tempo groove, male vocals in a story-song style. Verses stay close and intimate with picked guitar; chorus explodes with horns, gang shouts, and big claps. Bridge strips to voice and tremolo guitar then slams back with full band for a triumphant finale., mariachi