Nazareth Mexico
One more promise soaked in rye whiskey
One more word that bites the dust on some bar room floor
Im the man who travels round doing...
Hey, we dont talk about that
Ill get the favor done for you
No one will ever know
Then Ill run to mexico
Cold as stone my eyes fall on another
Just another name thats runnin through my mind
At your request Ill do whatever you require
You give me the light, I supply the fire
Then Ill burn for mexico
Pretty senorita, she lies to me
Smiles sweetly in the morning when I wake up cold sweating
cause some day Ill be in the sights
One more call when someone finds a target
Only guarded whispers never mentions names
Money on the line will be just fine...
Youll never be involved
And even if a clue shows youll never know
cause Ill be in mexico
