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.