Come on baby dont you wanna go
I could take you there
You could get what you want in the south
You could let down your hair
I said do you dont you will you wont you
Baby wont you please let me know
I aint talkin bout chicago
Im talkin about mexico
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Makin a run for mexico
Makin a run for mexico
Could you
Come on baby cause I got to know
The law is after me
I killed a man in a bar last night
There was no other way it could be
While the air in this joint could be cut with a knife
As the jukebox got rotten selections
Bring a compass and some money for gas
Cause I aint gonna stop for directions
Not to mexico
Na na na na na
Makin a run to mexico
Na na na na na
Makin a run to mexico
Could you
Oh oh
Come on baby dont you wanna go
I gotta get away
And everytime the phone rings
It scares me to death
Saw my face in the paper today
I dont wanna hear the stories
About your mama and papa
No I dont wanna hear you cry
For me theres no second chance right now
Its the f. b. fucking i!
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Makin a run to mexico
Na na na na na
Ooh yeah
Makin a run to mexico
Na na na na na
Makin a run to mexico
Na na na na na
My life goes on in mexico
Mexico
In mexico
In mexico
In mexico
In mexico
In mexico
Mexico
Yeah
In mexico
In mexico
Mexico
In mexico
In mexico
In mexico

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