| South of the border and busted
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| Caught by a woman I trusted
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| Now don’t you call me a fool
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| It could have happened to you
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| It’s just my luck
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| It had to happen to me
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| Sweet Carmelita betrayed me
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| She said, «Take me home, serenade me.»
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| I figured a song could do me no wrong
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| I didn’t know how wrong I could be
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| Easy money for just one run to Peru
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| It’ll be so easy. |
| We’ll have no trouble gettin' through
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| Well I almost made it, except for that one border guard
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| He opened up my guitar. |
| Hello prison yard
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| Goodbye easy money. |
| Easy money
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| The chiquita must have told 'em my story
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| 'Cause when my eyes finally focused next morning
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| Carmelita had spoken 'bout guitars and some coke
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| And she laughed as they slapped me in chains
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| I was thrown in cell with a killer
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| A convict who coughed through the night
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| While I laid awake with the chills and shakes
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| Hoping for a file in a cake
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| Easy money for just one run to Peru
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| It’ll be so easy. |
| We’ll have no trouble gettin' through
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| Well I almost made it, except for that one border guard
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| He opened up my guitar. |
| Hello prison yard
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| Just to make me mad he smashed my guitar
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Easy money |