(Greg Brown)
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Where's my pal, where's my friend
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All good things must have an end
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Sad things and nothings
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On and on they go
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I guess he went to Mexico
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Chorus:
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They all went to Mexico
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Buenas dias, got to go
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Tengo que obedecer
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Mi corazon
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They all went to Mexico
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Where's my mule, where's my dray
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Straw hat's packed up and gone
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away
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Mule don't go north and dray go slow
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They both went to Mexico
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Where's my sweetie, where's the face
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That lit dark corners every place
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She put up with me long time you know
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And then she had to go to Mexico
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Chorus
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Wheres my brown dog, where's my hound
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He liked my truck he hung around
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But he's a canine romeo
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And I guess he went to Mexico
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Where's that woman so sweet, so mean
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Her heart was cautious her mind was keen
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She was always looking for the peccadillo
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I hope she went to Mexico
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Chorus
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Where's December's happy crew
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With German bikes and sidecars too
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They take the truck south to St. Louis, MO
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Motorcycle all the way to Mexico
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Where's my luck, where's my grace
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Has it all been just a foolish chase
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Every time I hear that rainy chill wind blow
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I think it might be time to head to Mexico
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They All Went To Mexico
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Santana |