Margie said, Roy you ain't listening to me
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And I've got a whole lot more to say
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Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys
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And she ain't seen or heard from him to this day
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And that's why God made Mexico
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A place where we can lay low
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And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
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And the warm wind blows
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That's why God made Mexico
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And Betty fixed Joe dinner every night
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At half past six
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Cause that's when he rolled through that door
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For sixteen years and not a thank you from his lips
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She don't fix him dinner no more
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And that's why God made Mexico
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A place where we can lay low
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Where the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
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And the warm winds blow
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That's why God made Mexico
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Cause life is sweet in a border town
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You learn to let your hair down
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And you don't make trouble
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You learn to dance the Fandango
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You change your name, maybe change your face
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Get used to beans chili paste
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And you learn to live and love
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Life in the slow lane
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And that's why God made Mexico
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A place where we can lay low
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Maybe Monterey or Acapulco
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Anywhere the warm winds blow
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Don't you know
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That's why God made Mexico
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That's why God made
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Made Mexico
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That's Why God Made Mexico
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| Tim McGraw |
