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Saturday, a last September |
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In a jail house I remember |
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Well, I got caught with too much soul |
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Well, I tell you what I was bringing it back from Mexico |
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Yes I was bringing it back from Mexico |
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I bring it on down |
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Tell you about the nice lights and pretty faces |
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We're trippin' round to where the place is |
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Lord, I popped you up and I let you go |
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Well, I said you're flyin' right back from Mexico |
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You hear me cry |
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I said you're flyin' right back from Mexico |
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Flyin' on down |
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Well, across the border is where you'll get her |
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They said the wine is good, but it ain't no better |
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Well, I think I'm getting something gold |
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Hear me cryin' I'll bring it back to you from Mexico |
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Yeah, I'll bring it back to you from Mexico |
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Bring it on down |
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Help, bring it on down |
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Oh |
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Something back to me baby |
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Yeah |
