City he went to the bad 'Way out in the West with a gun in his hand At the age of twelve years he did kill his first man There's Mexican maidens play guitars
up! I did it all for you Your sick fantasy is coming true Even though I'm not in the mood Can't stop this kid From bleeding on you Cause I'm a Mexican not a Mexican
, the rejected mexican pope leaves the stage.) Fz: The rejected mexican pope leaves the stage. All: One two three four (the robots play again and
After the final battle , two miles north of Dog Head City, just where the river breaks up in to thoose beautiful cascades before it melts in to Rickies
Silver City he went to the bad Way out west with a knife in his hand At the age of twelve years he killed his first man Fair Mexican maidens play guitars
old Silver City, he went to the bad Way out in the West with a gun in his hand At the age of twelve years, he first killed his man Fair Mexican maidens play guitars
City he went to the bad Way out in the West with a gun in his hand At the age of twelve years he did kill his first man. There's Mexican maidens play guitars
old Silver City he went to the bad Way out in the West with a gun in his hand At the age of twelve years, he killed his first man Fair Mexican maidens play guitars
to Mexico Get a place in Cabo, kick back in the sand It'll be just you and me and moonlight dancing on the sea To Spanish guitar melody of a mariachi
he said, Woooooo, good morning, ladies. You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man. I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool
a deep breath, he said Woo, good morning ladies You like that shit man? Ay, I got a gang of that shit, man I tell you what My man on the guitar Ay, fool
down Headin' down to the Mexican Border Headin' down to the Mexican Border Headin' down to the Mexican Border I'm heading down to the Mexican Border [Verse Two
bed I found was ten below courted lady Greensleeves, she pushed me out the window I landed like a feather in the trees took off across New Mexico and
Spring and what's left of the hippies return from old rooming houses and Mexico. More letters, more journals, more poems to burn; Real heat at last.
A couple of weeks ago My wife and I Took a little trip down to Mexico Met this young girl there We brought her back with us Now she lives with us In
down to Mexico Get a place in Cabo, kick back in the sand It'll be just you and me and moonlight dancing on the sea To Spanish guitar melody of a mariachi
