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Mexico Lyrics |
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 By: James Taylor 1975 Way down here ou need a reason to move Feel a fool Running your stateside games Lose your load Leave your mind behind Baby, James Oooh, Mexico It sounds so simple I just got to go The sun`s so hot I forgot to go home I guess I`ll have to go now Americanos` got the sleepy eyes But his body`s still shakin` like a live wire Senorita with her eyes on fire Don`t you know Oooh, Mexico It sounds so sweet With the sun sinkin` low The moon`s so bright Likes to light up the night Make everything alright. Baby`s hungry and the money`s all gone The folks back home Don`t want to talk on the phone She gets a long letter And sends back a postcard Times are hard. Ooohh, down in Mexico I`ve never really been So I don`t really know Oooooh, Mexico I guess I`ll have to go now. Oooh, Mexico I`ve never really been But, I`d sure like to go Whoa, oooh Mexico I guess I`ll have to go now. Talkin` `bout Mexico (Mexico) Little honkeytonk out in Mexico (Mexico) South of Margaritaville I`ve been told SPOKEN: Andale, Andale, vamonos Ahh, yeah, let`s load this cast of characters on that boat and head south Ahh, yeah we got a wind at our back Smooth sailin` all the way We got old Nordstrom, he`s our chef He`s down in that galley cookin` up a Barometer Soup for us We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits And make a deposit or a withdrawl I don`t know which one, y`know We`re goin` down to the land of the Mayans eah, they were here long before the cavemen were Cavemen in blue jeans Uhh, excuse me, that`s not Politically Correct That`s cavepersons in blue jeans Skip Wiley and Skink, we may run into them Up to no good down there Watch out for those barefoot children Stompin` around in those puddles Ahh, yeah, and that remittance man He`s just goin` round and round He may run into `ol Frank Bama Cruisin` around in the Hemisphere Dancer I don`t know, I might have my Long Board down there... |
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