I left, out of Tucson, with no destination in mind.
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I was runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind.
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And the border meant freedom, a new life, romance,
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And that's why I thought I should go,
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And start my life over on the seashores of old Mexico.
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My first night in Juarez, I lost all the money I had.
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One bad senorita made use of one innocent lad.
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But I must keep on runnin'; it's too late to turn back...
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I'm wanted in Tucson, I'm told.
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Yeah, an' things'll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico.
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Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can't say,
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Let me ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay.
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Down through Durango, Colima, Armiera,
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Then into Manzanillo,
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Where I slept in the sunshine on the seashores of old Mexico.
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After one long siesta, I came wide awake in the night.
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I was startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight.
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My newfound companion, one young senorita,
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Who offered a broken hello,
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To the gringo she found on the seashores of old Mexico.
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She spoke of Sonora and swore that she'd never return,
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For her Mexican husband, she really had no great concern.
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'Cause she loved a gringo, my red hair and lingo...
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That's all I needed to know.
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Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Mexico.
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Yeah, she loved a gringo, my red hair and lingo...
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That's all I needed to know, ha, ha.
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Hey, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Mexico
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The Seashores Of Old Mexico
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| George Strait |
