Mexico

One more promise soaked in rye whiskey One more word that bites the dust on some bar room floor Im the man who travels round doing... Hey, we dont talk about that Ill get the favor done for you No one will ever know Then Ill run to mexico Cold as stone my eyes fall on another Just another name thats runnin through my mind At your request Ill do whatever you require You give me the light, I supply the fire Then Ill burn for mexico Pretty senorita, she lies to me Smiles sweetly in the morning when I wake up cold sweating cause some day Ill be in the sights One more call when someone finds a target Only guarded whispers never mentions names Money on the line will be just fine... Youll never be involved And even if a clue shows youll never know cause Ill be in mexico (written by nazareth) Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited All rights reserved. Lyrics used by permission Reproduction prohibited