(feat. Billy Strings)I was hangin' 'round in Brooklyn townwith a settle-down type girlHer daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the worldAnd he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dotsHe paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lotI guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for meLaid up in the shade of a coconut treeAnd love said, "Go to hell, "but there's somewhere I'd rather beSo it's M-E-X-I-C-O for meSo I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas firstI met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with herWe almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections? "Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47Guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for meLaid up in the shade of a coconut treeAnd love said, "Go to hell, "but there's somewhere I'd rather beSo it's M-E-X-I-C-O for meI made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman thereI knew that she was rich, but how, I didn't careWhen the cops kicked in the doorthey found a suitcase of cocaineShe took off with the Federale, and I took all the blameI guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for meFrom this jail cell, I can't see one coconut treeAnd love said, "Go to hell, " and now I can't ever leaveSo it's M-E-X-I-C-O for meSo it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
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I was hangin' 'round in Brooklyn town
with a settle-down type girl
Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world
And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots
He paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lot
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell, "
but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first
I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her
We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections? "
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47
Guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell, "
but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there
I knew that she was rich, but how, I didn't care
When the cops kicked in the door
they found a suitcase of cocaine
She took off with the Federale, and I took all the blame
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell, " and now I can't ever leave
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
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