(David Ball/Wood Newton)
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She blew into this old one horse town
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Like something we ain't never seen
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Old Bill hired her at the Sundown Grill
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She tied that apron 'round her jeans
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I started hanging out there every night
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Just to hear her talk and laugh
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I couldn't help but fall in love with her
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I should've known it wouldn't last
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She always talked about Mexico
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I never thought that she would really go
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I thought my love could make her settle down
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I guess I know better now
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She's probably living down there by the sea
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I wonder if she ever thinks of me
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One morning she was gone like the wind
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She won't be back this way again
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Old Bill could tell that I was missing her
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As he poured me a drink
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Said if you put a wild bird in a cage
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You'll break it's will to sing
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If that's true then she's better off
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Still out there wild and free
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So I bought straight tequila all around
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Said,"Boy,here's to her memory"
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She always talked about Mexico
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I never thought that she would really go
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I thought my love could make her settle down
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I guess I know better now
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She's probably living down there by the sea
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I wonder if she ever thinks of me
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One morning she was gone like the wind
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She won't be back this way again
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She Always Talked About Mexico
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David Ball |