I left, out of Tucson, with no destination in mind. I was runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind. And the border meant freedom, a new life, romance, And that's why I thought I should go, And start my life over on the seashores of old Mexico.
My first night in Juarez, lost all the money I had. One bad senorita made use of one innocent lad. But I must keep on runnin'; it's too late to turn back... I'm wanted in Tucson, I'm told. Yeah, an' things'll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico.
Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can't say, Let me ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay. Down through Durango, Colima, Almiera, Then in the Manzanillos, Where I slept on the seashores of old Mexico.