| In a bar in Acuna called Ma Crosby’s
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| I found myself not feeling any pain
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| I told a 'Frisco girl I’d come for freedom
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| She said she’d only come to catch a train
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| We struck up some idle conversation
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| Traded all the troubles on our minds
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| One thing led to another in the evening
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| And I fell in love again for my last time
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| Blame it on Mexico if you need a reason
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| Say too much guitar music, tequila, salt and lime
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| Blame it on Mexico, but she’s the reason
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| That I fell in love again for my last time
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| Daylight dawned and found me in Del Rio
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| In a rundown motel room as dark as hell
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| I felt all the pains of a morning after
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| And all alone as far as I could tell
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| Why she left I have no way of knowing
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| I guess she caught her train and that’s a crime
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| She took everything I ever wanted
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| And I fell in love again for my last time |