| I left out of Tucson with no destination in mind
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| I was runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind
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| And the border meant freedom, a new life… romance
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| That’s why I thought I should go And start my life over on the seashores of old Mexico
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| My first night in Juarez, I lost all the money I had
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| One bad senorita made use of one innocent lad
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| But I must keep on runnin' it’s too late to turn back
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| I’m wanted in Tucson, I know
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| Yeah an' things’ll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico
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| Two Mexican farmers en route to a town, I can’t say
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| Let me ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay
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| Down through Durango, Colima, Almiera
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| Then in the Manzanillos
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| Where I slept in the sunshine on the seashores of old Mexico
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| After one long siesta, I came wide awake in the night
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| I was startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight
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| My new-found companion, one young Senorita
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| Who offered a broken hello
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| To the gringo she found on the seashores of old Mexico
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| She spoke of Sonora and swore that she’d never return
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| For her Mexican husband, she really had no great concern
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| But she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo
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| That’s all I needed to know
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| Hey I found what we needed on the seashores of old Mexico
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| Yes she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo
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| That’s all I needed to know… ahh hah…
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| Hey I found what I needed on the seashores of old mexico… |