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I got a little bit of money coming in, and I'm about to make my move The way I see it, I can't go too far, or leave too soon I'm gonna go to Mexico, across the Rio Grande Buy myself a rifle, cattle and some land I've got a little bit of money coming and I've got to take my stand I bought back my soul last night at the bar I called in my notice after midnight from the car I have kept the trail but lost the scent I'm tearing up the map, gonna find out where it went I bought back my soul last night at the bar Forty hours of driving, how's that for irony Take me to the 24-and-7, from the 8-to-5:15 We'll pass the time, singing all the way I want you to come with me, and then I hope you'll stay We'll sing songs all the way down and celebrate First thing that we'll do once we're settled in Is tell our friends and family how to reach us Mexicans I know that this is sudden; I know it's hard But I feel like this is prison, and we're 'bout to jump the yard They'll dial nine to get out, and we'll be way down south We can't be sure what we'll find down there At this point, if it's different, that's enough and I don't care I'll need a set of spurs and a place to watch the sun come up I'll need a sense of worth, I'll need your love, and probably that's enough Get your stuff, let's go to Mexico