Let’s hop a train and stow away down into Mexico
And on the way as music plays we’ll let our beards grow tall
She don’t like me singing songs
She just want to sing along
It’s still the same, yeah
She only likes me when I’m gone
I spilled a drink across the bar said, "Baby what’s your name?"
Her boyfriend stood and smashed a bottle over my head
She don’t
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