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.
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