All the Way to Mexico

[Verse 1]
As we rode all the way down through Texas
Eddie, Buddy, Billy and I
Four brothers, five saddles and one black guitar
Six shooters and tin cans a-flyin'
’Cause there's more than one way
To cover the pain
Take a shot from the bottle
Or shoot up the plains

[Verse 2]
There were more than seven reasons for goin'
We counted them over and over again
One dark-skinned woman, four roses, and one black guitar
Only KOMA and only one car
And the cook fires werе dyin’
At the T-Lazy Seven
And thе tempers were flyin'
For a chance for her heaven

[Chorus]
What the gringo ain't got
He ain't got no more
Said the girl from Mexico
As she walked out the door
You can follow me home
You can follow me to hell
You can follow 'til hell burns cold
But I'll never tell
She went all the way
He went all the way
And we went all the way to Mexico
Just to bring him home

[Verse 3]
That night that he lost his three fingers
Showin' off on the Fourth of July
Sleight of hand with a blasting cap and a black guitar
And cursin' that woman who would not say why
Why she was with me
Just a-temptin’ the fates
All the way in the back seat
Of his Olds 88

[Verse 4]
Now crossin’ borders is never easy
Even when you know who to pay
One fine-tooled saddle, four roses, and one black guitar
Then they look the other way
Count the fingers that dangle
Where that saddle had been
But I gave up on countin'
That night she gave up on men

[Chorus]
What the gringo ain’t got
He ain't got no more
Said the girl from Mexico
As she walked out the door
You can follow me home
You can follow me to hell
You can follow 'til hell burns cold
But I'll never tell
She went all the way
He went all the way
And we went all the way to Mexico
Just to bring him home