I used to go down to
Mexico and I always had
a pretty good time.
Never understood the words but I could see
by the light in the eyes of a senorita.
She was a beauty, I still remember,
she was a lover.
And I used to spend my money,
but I always counted the change
I read the rules,
but I never understood the games, oh no
Then I lost a friend down in
Mexico
Hurt bad in a wreck about
90 below the border
I'll never forget the look
on the face of his wife
standing at my door.
She said,
Daryl's in jail in
Mexico, they want 500 male and
American dough.
What can you lend me?
He's hurt so bad, I'm afraid he's dying.
She started crying,
I was a fool then. I was so cool and I didn't believe her,
And I don't remember if I
gave her some dough
She said I have to hurry
He's hurt so bad and I do
believe he's dying
You can talk about it
Yeah, talk about it
But it really doesn't matter if it
doesn't do someone good
Daryl, he died down in
Mexico
They gave her his body when
she gave him the dough
The story ain't pretty but
you better believe it's true
And I won't go back to
Mexico
But I always had a pretty good time
Never understood the words but I could see
by the light in the eyes of a senorita
Oh, I could see by the light
in the eyes of a senorita