| Lyrics: | Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand,
Watchin' flies and children on the
street,
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile,
There's a
little boy who wants to shine my feet.
And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I
don't know why I came.
I guess I came to keep from payin' dues.
So instead I've got a
bottle and a girl who's just fourteen,
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues.
Yeh!
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it
all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze,
Cause thinkin'
and drinkin' are all I have today.
She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in
town.
I didn't know a stage line ran from Hell.
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a
necklace made of gold,
All the french perfume you'd care to smell.
She took me up
into her room and whispered in my ear,
"Go on, my friend, do anything you choose."
Now I'm
payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms,
With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali
Blues.
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it
all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze
Cause thinkin'
and drinkin' are all I have today.
And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the
law.
Billy Jean was waitin' when he came.
She told me he would take her, if I didn't use
my gun,
I'd have no one but myself to blame.
I went down to those dusty streets,
blood was on my mind.
I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news
Cause I shot first and
killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw
And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali
Blues.
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When he lets a woman hold him in
her hands?
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
Just ridin' and
runnin' across those desert sands |
