We left out of Tucson with no destination in mind We were runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind And the border meant freedom, a new life and romance And that's why we thought we should go And start our lives over on the seashores of old Mexico
Our first night in Juarez, we lost all the money we had One bad senorita made use of two innocent lad But we must keep on runnin' it's too late to turn back And we wanted in Tucson, we know An' things'll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico
Two Mexican farmers en route to a town, I can't say Let us ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay Down through Durango, Colima, Almiera Then in the Manzanillos Where we slept in the sunshine on the seashores of old Mexico
After one long siesta, we came wide awake in the night We were startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight Our new-found companion, one young Senorita Who offered a broken hello To the gringo she found on the seashores of old Mexico
She spoke of Sonora and swore that she'd never return For her Mexican husband, she really had no great concern 'Cause she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo Well that's all I needed to know We found what we needed on the seashores of old MexicoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
