All the Way to Mexico

Lyrics

[Verse 1] As we rode all the way down through Texas Eddie, Buddy, Billy and I Four brothers, five saddles and one black guitar Six shooters and tin cans a-flyin' 'Cause there's more than one way To cover the pain Take a shot from the bottle Or shoot up the plains [Verse 2] There were more than seven reasons for goin' We counted them over and over again One dark-skinned woman, four roses, and one black guitar Only KOMA and only one car And the cook fires werе dyin' At the T-Lazy Seven And thе tempers were flyin' For a chance for her heaven [Chorus] What the gringo ain't got He ain't got no more Said the girl from Mexico As she walked out the door You can follow me home You can follow me to hell You can follow 'til hell burns cold But I'll never tell She went all the way He went all the way And we went all the way to Mexico Just to bring him home [Verse 3] That night that he lost his three fingers Showin' off on the Fourth of July Sleight of hand with a blasting cap and a black guitar And cursin' that woman who would not say why Why she was with me Just a-temptin' the fates All the way in the back seat Of his Olds 88 [Verse 4] Now crossin' borders is never easy Even when you know who to pay One fine-tooled saddle, four roses, and one black guitar Then they look the other way Count the fingers that dangle Where that saddle had been But I gave up on countin' That night she gave up on men [Chorus] What the gringo ain't got He ain't got no more Said the girl from Mexico As she walked out the door You can follow me home You can follow me to hell You can follow 'til hell burns cold But I'll never tell She went all the way He went all the way And we went all the way to Mexico Just to bring him home