| In my arms
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| I met Durango
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| I was passing my time in a bar
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| Outside the heat rise just like
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| And Ramón, he’s fixing the car
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| They tell me this road is a killer
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| You can tell by the wreckage that it makes
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| So let’s go a little bit further
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| To see if we’ve got what it takes
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| To see if we’ve got what it takes
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| In the mountains
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| I met Durango
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| I’m catching flies, this was one thing to do
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| 'Cause I’m stuck on this road, I’m going nowhere
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| And I’m still only half way to you
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| Ramón says we don’t have a problem
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| But Ramón, he keeps telling me lies
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| Only the lizards can live here
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| With that sun burning down from the skies
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| With that sun burning down from the skies
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| In the mountains
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| Out near Durango
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| We’re getting into desperate straifhrs
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| There’s still no sign of movement
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| And the hour is getting late
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| Ramón says our cart here is broken
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| So I get me some more of that rough red wine
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| He’s just trying to be macho
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| And I’m just buying my time
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| And I’m just buying my time |