broken friend

i left

out of tucson

with no destination in mind. i was runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the judge had in mind. and the border meant freedom

a new life

romance

and that's why i thought i should go

and start my life over on the seashores of old mexico. my first night in juarez

lost all the money i had. one bad senorita made use of one innocent lad. but i must keep on runnin'; it's too late to turn back: i'm wanted in tucson

i'm told. yeah

an' things'll blow over on the seashores of old mexico. two mexican farmers en route to a town i can't say

let me ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay. down through durango

colima

almiera

then in the manzanillos

where i slept on the seashores of old mexico. after one long siesta

i came wide awake in the night. i was startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight. my new-found companion

one young senorita

who offered a broken hello

to the gringo she found on the seashores of old mexico. she spoke of sonora and swore that she'd never return

for her mexican husband

she really had no great concern. 'cause she loved the gringo

my red hair and lingo: that's all i needed to know. yeah

i found what i needed on the seashores of old mexico. yeah

she loved the gringo

my red hair and lingo: that's all i needed to know

ha

ha. yeah

i found what i needed on the seashores of old mexico.