| Last Monday mornin', you left with no warnin'
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| I started goin' insane
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| Well, I headed South out of Del Rio, Texas
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| With a hell of a load on my brain
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| And I kept on goin' without even knowin'
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| How much your love really means
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| Now I’m messed up in Mexico
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| Livin' on refried dreams
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| I’m down here in Mexico, sick as a dog
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| My head is poundin' in this border town fog
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| Down to my last dime and comin' apart at the seams
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| I’m messed up in Mexico, livin' on refried dreams
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| This picture ain’t pretty, I’m ragged and dirty
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| And wonderin' what I’m doin' here
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| Shootin' tequila, wantin' to kill you
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| And wishin' to God you were near
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| So full of your memory, but feelin' so empty
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| I’ve run out of my self-esteem
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| Now I’m messed up in Mexico
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| Livin' on refried dreams
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| I’m down here in Mexico, sick as a dog
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| My head is poundin' in this border town fog
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| Down to my last dime and comin' apart at the seams
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| I’m messed up in Mexico, livin' on refried dreams
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| I’m down here in Mexico, sick as a dog
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| My head is poundin' in this border town fog
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| Down to my last dime and comin' apart at the seams
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| I’m messed up in Mexico, livin' on refried dreams
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| Oh, I’m messed up in Mexico
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| Livin' on refried dreams |