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