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Riding along with a smile and a gun |
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And a trunk full of beers and the boys |
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Got a tear in the hood and the sun feels good |
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And Dave's on the waves making noise |
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In a '68 Caddy I bought from my daddy |
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We ran all the cops out of sight |
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Sliding through brush and the heat and the dust |
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And the desert's a shimmering light |
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Check this out, yes, oh my Lord |
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There's a girl cruising by in a flatbed Ford |
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And she purrs and she sighs and I'm hounddog dumb for her puss cat eyes |
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Hell, step on the gas, come and get trashed |
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Here we go, Mexico |
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Senoritas, we got the cash |
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Here we go, Mexico |
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Hell, step on the gas, come and get trashed |
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Here we go, Mexico |
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Senoritas, we got the cash |
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We roll into town, take a good look around |
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Then hang at the bar for a while |
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There's a lady, she's cute wearing cowboy boots |
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And flashing a latin smile |
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Check this out, yes, oh my Lord |
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It's the girl, I saw in that old black Ford |
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And she sighs and she purrs |
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And she squeeze me again with her silver spurs |
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Step on the gas, come and get trashed |
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Here we go, Mexico |
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Senoritas, we got the cash |
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Here we go, Mexico |
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Hell, step on the gas, come and get trashed |
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Here we go, Mexico |
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Que bonita, hola. Rumba caliente para gozar |
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Que bonita, hola. Rumba caliente para gozar |
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Que bonita, hola. Rumba caliente para gozar |
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Que bonita, hola. Rumba caliente para gozar |
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In a mescaline trance, lovers tequila dance |
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To the earth and the gods and the skies |
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All the world turns around and my head fills with sound |
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And there's light and there's life in my eyes |
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Chorus |
