me so tight. I thought, I thought I was dying. But I just had the clap. It was Fiesta and I had the clap. What to do in Rio, when you can't even pee
danger Magic could happen for real, in Rio All by itself (itself) You can't see it coming You can't find it anywhere else (anywhere else) It's real, in Rio
But Red knows a bank down in Rio that's ripe Where we can fill our pockets with money Hey we'll be some mighty big spenders Abandoned and alone... [ guitar
had just turned seventeen I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware drums A harmonica and a box guitar
when you slumber Every little sound just might be thunder Thunder from the barrel of his gun. Guitars will play your grand finale Down in some Tularosa alley, Maybe in the Rio
the drums Fernando? I remember long ago another starry night like this In the firelight Fernando You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar
Got a guitar, got a guitar on my back And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track Train's a-comin', it'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think
heat, we'll drive on down to Mexico We'll I've got some money we can make it to Laredo We'll Drop our troubles in the mighty Rio Grande Come on sugar
Yeahhhhhh: Under Under Starters Under Starters orders & there off Tallyho! 4-1 3-1 2-1 The bettin's on, LESTER NICKS OFF TO RIO He got more, got more
Got a guitar, got a guitar on my back And I'm standing on this lonesome railroad track Train's a coming, it'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think
Were you ready for the cold winds that caught you at the Rio Grande We were kinda crazy then Need'n lovers more than friends Songs on my guitar, you
in the car turn up the radio Country music playing out in the streets Everybody's dancin' to the cowboy beat Well way out west they get a burning desire When the guitars
holy roller so I just use a bong Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong Them boys down in Texas got some damn fine weed They smuggle across the Rio
much guitar music, tequila, salt and lime Blame it on Mexico, but she's the reason That I fell in love again for my last time Daylight dawned and found me in Del Rio
my mind One thing led to another in the evening And I fell in love again for my last time Blame it on Mexico, if you need a reason Say too much guitar
will choose Adios compadre what must be must be Remember to name one muchacho for me I ride to the Rio where my life I will spend Adios amigo adios my friend [ guitar
