Come on baby don't you want to go
I could take you there
You could get what you want in the south
You could let down your hair

I said do you don't you will you won't you
Baby won't you please let me know
I ain't talkin' 'bout Chicago
I'm talkin' about Mexico

Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Makin' a run for Mexico
Makin' a run for Mexico

Could you
Come on baby cause I got to know
The law is after me
I killed a man in a bar last night

There was no other way it could be
While the air in this joint could be cut with a knife
As the jukebox got rotten selections
Bring a compass and some money for gas

'Cause I ain't gonna stop for directions
Not to Mexico
Na na na na na
Makin' a run to Mexico

Na na na na na
Makin' a run to Mexico
Could you
Oh oh

Come on baby don't you want to go
I gotta get away And everytime the phone rings
It scares me to death

Saw my face in the paper today
I don't want to hear the stories
About your mama and papa
No I don't want to hear you cry

For me there's no second chance right now
It's the F. B. fucking I!
Na na na na na
Na na na na na

Makin' a run to Mexico
Na na na na na
Oh yeah
Makin' a run to Mexico

Na na na na na
Makin' a run to Mexico
Na na na na na
My life goes on in Mexico
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Mexico
In Mexico
In Mexico
In Mexico

In Mexico
In Mexico
Mexico
Yeah

In Mexico
In Mexico
Mexico
In Mexico

In Mexico
In Mexico