Lyrics

I got a little bit of money coming in, and I'm 'bout to make my move
The way I see it, I can't go too far, or leave too soon
I'm gonna go to Mexico, across the Rio Grande
Buy myself a rifle, cattle and some land
I've got a little bit of money coming and I've got to take my stand

I bought back my soul last night at the bar
I called in my notice after midnight from the car
I have kept the trail but lost the scent
I'm tearing up the map, gonna find out where it went
I bought back my soul last night at the bar

Forty hours of driving, how's that for irony
Take me to the 24-and-7, from the 8-to-5:15
We'll pass the time, singing all the way
I want you to come with me, and then I hope you'll stay
We'll sing songs all the way down and celebrate

First thing that we'll do once we're settled in
Is tell our friends and family how to reach us Mexicans
I know that this is sudden; I know it's hard
But I feel like this is prison, and we're 'bout to jump the yard
They'll dial nine to get out, and we'll be way down south

We can't be sure what we'll find down there
At this point, if it's different, that's enough and I don't care
I'll need a set of spurs and a place to watch the sun come up
I'll need a sense of worth, I'll need your love, and probably that's enough
Get your stuff, let's go to Mexico