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Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand, |
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Watchin' flies and children on the street, |
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And i catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when i smile, |
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There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet. |
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And it's three days ride from bakersfield and i don't know why i came. |
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I guess i came to keep from payin' dues. |
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So instead i've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen, |
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And a damn good case of the mexicali blues. yeh! |
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Is there anything a man don't stand to lose, |
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When the devil wants to take it all away? |
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Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze, |
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Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. |
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She said her name was billy jean and she was fresh in town. |
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I didn't know a stage line ran from hell. |
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She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold, |
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All the french perfume you'd care to smell. |
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She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear, |
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"go on, my friend, do anything you choose." |
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Now i'm payin' for those happy hours i spent there in her arms, |
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With a lifetime's worth of the mexicali blues. |
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Is there anything a man don't stand to lose, |
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When the devil wants to take it all away? |
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Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze |
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Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all i have today. |
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And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law. |
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Billy jean was waitin' when he came. |
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She told me he would take her, if i didn't use my gun, |
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I'd have no one but myself to blame. |
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I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind. |
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I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news |
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Cause i shot first and killed him, lord, he didn't even draw |
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And he made me trade the gallows for the mexicali blues. |
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Is there anything a man don't stand to lose |
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When he lets a woman hold him in her hands? |
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He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark |
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Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands. |
