| Margie said, Roy, you ain’t listening to me
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| And I’ve got a whole lot more to say
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| Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys
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| And she ain’t seen or heard from him to this day
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| And that’s why God made Mexico
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| A place where we can lay low
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| And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
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| And the warm wind blows
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| That’s why God made Mexico
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| And Betty fixed Joe dinner every night
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| At half past six
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| Cause that’s when he rolled through that door
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| For sixteen years and not a thank you from his lips
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| She don’t fix him dinner no more
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| And that’s why God made Mexico
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| A place where we can lay low
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| And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
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| And the warm wind blows
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| That’s why God made Mexico
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| Cause life is sweet in a border town
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| You learn to let your hair down
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| And you don’t make trouble
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| You learn to dance the Fandango
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| You change your name, maybe change your face
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| Get used to beans chili paste
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| And you learn to live and love
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| Life in the slow lane
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| And that’s why God made Mexico
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| A place where we can lay low
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| And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
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| And the warm wind blows
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| That’s why God made Mexico
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| That’s why God made
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| Made Mexico |