BORDER BLUES
Well, it was Saturday night and I was feelin' alright,
drinkin' tequila round after round.
Me and Miguel took a taxi to Hell from that
South Texas border town.
Well, I fell all in love with a Mexican dove
while the band played a melody,
and with a smile on her face, she took me back to her place,
and buddy, that's all she wrote for me...
CHORUS:
Singin' Isabella, what you did to me
with your long, black, curly hair...
You had a hand on my heart, you had one in my pocket,
now I know you never really cared.
El Diablo's always lookin' for another blind fool,
and he's always close at hand...
He drives a taxi by day and at night he plays trumpet
in a mariachi band.
He drives a taxi by day and at night he plays trumpet
in a mariachi band.
There was a warm southern breeze on the air that night
and they were dancin' toward the break of day.
There was music in the bars and eight-hundred cars
drivin' up and down along the way.
There were pretty city lights shinin' down on the sights,
there was a bridge across The Rio Grande,
and there was me on the street with my heart at my feet,
and my pockets full of desert sand...
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