The dealer for a nickelLord, will sell you lots of sweet dreamsAh, but the pusher ruin your bodyLord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream. The Pusher (1968)
And I dream in the morning that she brings me waterAnd I dream in the evening that she brings me wineJust a poor man's daughter from Puerta PiñascoSouth of the border, in old Mexico.