To earn a roughneck's pay Then one night I swear I saw the devil Crawlin' from the hole And he spilled the guts of hell out in the Gulf of Mexico We
deal man, we back in this camp I'm doing this right here off the shot of ? my boy Flaco gave me you heard.. Crease in my pants as I dance with the devil
'm running on. Follow me from St. Paul to Scottsdale, down to Mexico, Running, All The Way from St. Paul to Scottsdale, down to Mexico, Running, [x2] down to Mexico
To Mexico That's What The Law Says But Deep Down Inside They Want Us All Dead It's Racial Profiling The Devil's Steppin In Welcome To Arizona But Don't Be Mexican
Coupe DeVille There's a Mexico sunset standing still Fall in love to the thrill of the grill Come on honey, yes, I will I'll jump on into your Coupe DeVille
I took a trip down to Old Mexico I was lookin? for some fun and laughter I met a woman said gimme your money And I?ll show you everything your after
the wind and the plan de Ayala kin Are comin' back around again The slave driver saliva, one night power turns Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns
(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch) They're in the heat in the heart of the city Big wind out of mexico There's a girl wants it bad as me And I'll
Where daniel walked with the devil With them boys from the underground Where the giants of science Fight for tight control Over the wild lands of new mexico
in the gun, yeah She was sittin' on my lap We still had shots to kill When a man pulled up who owned the bar In a Cadillac DeVille Grabbed her by her
Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow crying and a hearse a-rolling slow And I guess that Devil
you can't suck sleepers through it I can't eat no more I gotta use a straw But if the Devil took me to Mexico to taste his guacamole I'd gladly sign my
the Hump and I'm on my way I'm southbound [Chorus] Three hundred miles to Santa Fe Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay Gonna be there by the break
revenge burning in your brain And your hand on your gun Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... Pistole-, Pistolero... You're the devil's companero And the devil
disconnected (Viva Mexico) And get your ribs dissected Es muy pandillero en mi blanco camaro Feel these buck shots to your souls with these sparose The devil
do Women tired of people telling them What to do What to wear Why not to care Only devils take a chance on a dare But I ain't no devil Just looking for
, wishin' I was somewhere, Sangre de Cristo to the Devils Backbone. I've been to California and North Carolina, Hung with the hippies in Austin and the cowboys of Mexico