[Verse 1]
Well I [got?] fire out of no where this morning
And I couldn't even finish my day
Lord, I can’t go home, tell my wife we'll go hungry
And I'd rather go and dig my own grave
[Pre-Chorus]
So maybe I’ll go down, right on past Music City
And keep rolling on to the west
And cross that river so wide and so muddy
And roll on straight down through Texas
[Chorus]
Mexico's calling, telling me to go find a beach
And lie in its sand
And drink myself silly each night and each day
And wait for a strong storm to land
To blow me away
To blow me away
[Verse 2]
There ain't no way in hell I can pay all these bills
And I can't even get through this month
'Til the bankers come and sell all that we own
All the way down to granddaddy's gun
Well I [got?] fire out of no where this morning
And I couldn't even finish my day
Lord, I can’t go home, tell my wife we'll go hungry
And I'd rather go and dig my own grave
[Pre-Chorus]
So maybe I’ll go down, right on past Music City
And keep rolling on to the west
And cross that river so wide and so muddy
And roll on straight down through Texas
[Chorus]
Mexico's calling, telling me to go find a beach
And lie in its sand
And drink myself silly each night and each day
And wait for a strong storm to land
To blow me away
To blow me away
[Verse 2]
There ain't no way in hell I can pay all these bills
And I can't even get through this month
'Til the bankers come and sell all that we own
All the way down to granddaddy's gun
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