I crossed the Mississippi,
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turned south at San Antone
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A bowie knife, a woolen coat,
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a grip bag on my arm
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It's all somebody needs to make it through the land
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Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio Grande
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Someone strums a mandolin, soft gulf breezes blow
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My new life is waiting in old Mexico
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I was once a married man livin' peacefully
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Hard to say exactly when the devil blinded me
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But there was some confusion when my sweet
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wife left this world
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Darker times, drunken crimes,
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a dead young working girl
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Left a jailer there in Caroline,
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watching me from down below
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My new life is waiting in old Mexico
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Livin' in the shadows
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Runnin' from my fame
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Blowin' where the wind blows
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Where no one knows my name
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In the El Vaquero Bar in the town of Eagle Pass
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Moments from my freedom warm whiskey in my glass
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Some boracho took me for the man who stole his wife
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He went for his forty-four as I reached for my knife
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He never fired a second shot he was just too slow
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My new life is waiting in old Mexico
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I hear of hidden harbors south of Mazatlan
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Where cool spring mountain waters
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meet the warm Pacific sun
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I pray the miles I've traveled and all the sins I bear
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Burn away like mornin' fog and vanish in the air
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Miles beyond the border now, but many miles to go
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My new life is waiting in old Mexico
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New Life in Old Mexico
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Robert Earl Keen |