Testo Old Mexico Way

Well I shot a man in Louisville about one year ago. He was looking at me cockeyed, and I guess it goes to show that Jack Daniels and a pistol can be a powerful enemy, especially when that whiskey's inside me.



And robbed a bank in Tulsa running from the Federal B.I. I don't mind telling you that I shot the guard just to watch him die. And they're still hot on my trail as my drunk driving hugs the rail that runs south bound all the way down 55.


Well, I'm prison bound, they're gonna send me down forever and a day. So I'm jumping in my truck and I'm headed down old Mexico way.



In Salt Lake City, Utah, there's a warrant on my head for a girl in a bordello that someone left for dead, and though it wasn't me, I must admit that I was in town at the time: Drunk and shooting guns beneath the desert sky.



I got five hundred miles until I'm free. When I hit the Rio Grande, John Law can't do nothing to me. I got five hundred dollars and five bullets in my gun and if I have to, I'll unload every one.