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Saturday, a last |
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SeptemberIn a jail house |
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I remember |
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Well, I got caught with too much soul |
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Well, I tell you what |
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I was bringing it back from |
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MexicoYes |
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I was bringing it back from |
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MexicoI bring it on down |
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Tell you about the nice lights and pretty faces |
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We're trippin' round to where the place is |
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Lord, I popped you up and |
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I let you go |
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Well, I said you're flyin' right back from |
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MexicoYou hear me cry |
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I said you're flyin' right back from |
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MexicoFlyin' on down |
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Well, across the border is where you'll get her |
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They said the wine is good, but it ain't no better |
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Well, I think |
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I'm getting something gold |
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Hear me cryin' |
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I'll bring it back to you from |
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MexicoYeah, |
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I'll bring it back to you from |
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MexicoBring it on down |
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Help, bring it on down |
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OhSomething back to me baby |
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Yeah |
