Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little

It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce One day married, next day free Broken hearts for you and me Down below El Paso lies Juarez Mexico is different, like a travel folder says Cross the Rio Grande and you will find An old adobe house Where you

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border

Get your kicks on Route sixty six Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California

Then you ain't livin' yet. He said, "Boy you ever been outside of this town? Ever thought about gettin' out to the west coast? Or down to Mexico?" I said, "No." I just stood there pumpin' his gas while he rambled on somethin' 'bout Paris, France And the

These Mexican minutes get longer and longer We're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling too good to care why As the days goes by Up in the city