| Bound For Old Mexico |
| True, I wasn't born anywhere south of the border And I'm not a native to old Mexico But there's someone there fits my heart as though made to order And it's fittingly proper through these eyes that love her so If I could just write it off as just mere fascination Then the problems we face would die where they are and not grow But my will's not contained in the thoughts little minds now are thinking Oh, I'm on my way to old Mexico There are those who will shame us by openly showing rejection But the game must be played in accordance to how the cards fall And my life's not dependant on their kind of narrow affection For the choice between them would be no choice at all So the sound of the rails to my ears will be sweet, sweet music The longer I hear it, the shorter the time we're apart Soon I will see the span of the Old Rio Grande lay before me And the land that gave birth to the girl who now holds my heart I'll be ridin' these same rails in the not too distant future Life will be so complete for in this very seat soon I know There'll be two and not one, for love's will shall be done, good Lord willin' Oh, I'm on my way to old Mexico To old Mexico To old Mexico |