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