| Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand
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| Watchin' flies and children on the street
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| And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile
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| There’s a little boy who wants to shine my feet
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| And it’s three days ride from Bakersfield and I don’t know why I came
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| I guess I came to keep from payin' dues
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| So instead I’ve got a bottle and a girl who’s just fourteen
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| And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues. |
| Yeh!
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| Is there anything a man don’t stand to lose
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| When the devil wants to take it all away?
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| Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze
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| Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today
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| She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town
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| I didn’t know a stage line ran from Hell
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| She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold
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| All the French perfume you’d care to smell
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| She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear
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| «Go on, my friend, do anything you choose.»
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| Now I’m payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms
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| With a lifetime’s worth of the Mexicali Blues
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| Is there anything a man don’t stand to lose
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| When the devil wants to take it all away?
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| Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze
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| Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today
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| And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law
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| Billy Jean was waitin' when he came
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| She told me he would take her, if I didn’t use my gun
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| I’d have no one but myself to blame
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| I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind
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| I guess that stranger hadn’t heard the news
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| Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn’t even draw
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| And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues
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| Is there anything a man don’t stand to lose
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| When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?
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| He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
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| Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands |