I left out of Tucson with no destination in mind
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I was running from trouble and the jail term the judge had in mind
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And the border meant freedom a new life and 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 know
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And things will blow over on the seashores of Old Mexico
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Two Mexican farmers enroute 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 Almeno then into Manzanillo
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Where I slept in the sunshine on the seashores of Old Mexico
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[ vibes ]
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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 new-found companion one young senorita 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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But she loved the gringo my long hair and lingo
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And that's all that I needed to know
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And I found what I needed on the seashores of Old Mexico
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Yeah I found what I needed on the seashores of Old Mexico
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(seashores Of) Old Mexico
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| Hank Snow |
