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True I wasn't born anywhere south of the border and I'm not a native to old Mexico |
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But there's someone there makes my heart as though may to order |
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And it's fittingly proper through these eyes that lovers show |
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If I could just write it off as mere fascination |
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Then the problems we face would die where they are and not grow |
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But my will's not contained in the thoughts little minds now are thinking |
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Oh I'm on my way to old Mexico |
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There are those who will shame us by opening showing rejection |
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But the game must be played in accordance to how the cards fall |
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And my life's not dependant on their kind of narrow affection |
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For the choice between them would be no choice at all |
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So the sound of the rails to my ears will be sweet sweet music |
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The longer I hear it the shorter the time we're apart |
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Soon I will see the span of the old Rio Grande lay before me |
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And the land that gave birth to the girl who now holds my heart |
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I'll be ridin' these same rails in the not too distant future |
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Life will be so complete for in this very seat soon I know |
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There'll be two and not one for love's will shall be done good Lord willin' |
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Oh I'm on my way to old Mexico to old Mexico to old Mexico |
