| Jesus the Mexican boy
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| Born in a truck on the fourth of July
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| Gave me a card with a lady naked on the back
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| Barefoot at night on the road
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| Fireworks blooming above in the sky
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| I never knew I was given the best one from the deck
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| He never wanted nothing I remember
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| Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
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| Hanging behind his holy even temper
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| Hiding the more unholy things I do
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| Jesus the Mexican boy
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| Gave me a ride on the back of his bike
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| Out to the fair though I welched on a five dollar bet
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| Drunk on Calliope songs
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| We met a home-wrecking carnival girl
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| He’s never asked for a favor or the money yet
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| Jesus the Mexican boy
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| Born in a truck on the fourth of July
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| I fell in love with his sister unrepentantly
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| Fearing he wouldn’t approve
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| We made a lie that was feeble at best
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| Boarded a train bound for Vegas and married secretly
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| I never gave him nothing I remember
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| Maybe a broken bottle if I had two
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| Hanging behind his holy even temper
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| Hiding the more unholy things I do
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| Jesus the Mexican boy
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| Wearing a long desert trip on his tie
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| Lo and behold he was standing under the welcome sign
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| Naked the Judas in me
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| Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high
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| Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why |