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

The damage is done Oh yeah, oh yeah All these scars which bear my name, yeah My eyes are wide, ain't nothing's the same, yeah I tried to run, but the damage is done, yeah I paved this road I broke myself in two This I know Up and down, In between

Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side, said she got one on the way These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions Damn near cried when I got that phone call

Two footprints, your footprints in the sand Lord knows you can't trust your head Thought you'd abandoned me and Let go of my hand But you were carrying me Carrying me to safety Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When you're standing

Oh, well, I love you, girl Okay, okay, ready? Okay, dynamics with tension Fun and laughter for all, honky rock A one, two, a one, two, three, four If you knew, Peggy Sue Then you'd know why I feel blue About Peggy, my Peggy Sue Yes, I love you, Peggy Sue

I don't want to know the reasons why Love keeps right on walking on down the line I don't want to stand between you and love Honey, I just want you to feel fine Finally baby Oh you say you love me, but you don't know You got me rocking and a-reeling The

But everyone is humming a song That I don't understand. I told you I wanted to be wrong, You know where I come from You know what I feel You're Yul Brenner Westworld Reporting from the field. I threw it into reverse, Made a motion to repeal.

(Like I do) I feel like I do All the years, I see Let me know how you feel One, two, one, two, three, four (Like I do, do) You got me now

These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide) When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying Know