Mexico

One more promise soaked in rye whiskey One more word that bites the dust on some bar room floor I'm the man who travels 'round doing... Hey, we don't talk about that I'll get the favor done for you No one will ever know Then I'll run to Mexico Cold as stone my eyes fall on another Just another name that's runnin' through my mind At your request I'll do whatever you require You give me the light, I supply the fire Then I'll burn for Mexico Pretty senorita, she lies to me Smiles sweetly in the morning when I wake up cold sweating 'Cause some day I'll be in the sights One more call when someone finds a target Only guarded whispers never mentions names Money on the line will be just fine... You'll never be involved And even if a clue shows you'll never know 'Cause I'll be in Mexico (written by Nazareth) Copyright 1982 Fool Circle Music Limited All rights reserved Reproduction prohibited