One more promise soaked in rye whiskey
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One more word that bites the dust on some bar room floor
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I'm the man who travels 'round doing...
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Hey, we don't talk about that
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I'll get the favor done for you
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No one will ever know
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Then I'll run to Mexico
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Cold as stone my eyes fall on another
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Just another name that's runnin' through my mind
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At your request I'll do whatever you require
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You give me the light, I supply the fire
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Then I'll burn for Mexico
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Pretty senorita, she lies to me
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Smiles sweetly in the morning when I wake up cold sweating
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'Cause some day I'll be in the sights
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One more call when someone finds a target
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Only guarded whispers never mentions names
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Money on the line will be just fine...
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You'll never be involved
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And even if a clue shows you'll never know
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'Cause I'll be in Mexico
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Mexico
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Nazareth |