G Well the cigarette smoke hovers above a bar room glow C Through the dim lights stood a pretty little whore D She looked as broke as a oil field drifter G D Counting the lies to his ex-wifes picture Well, every effort she makes to improve her condition Starts with a smile and a friendly proposition The night was long, the sparkle in her eye Drifts away with the perfume high Then it makes it hard to tell anymore Bout how she became a pretty little whore The thoughts roll across her discolored face Drowns in the lies, it drift from disgrace Chorus: Yeah, down the road into Mexico Up the hill to Boystown they go Corona clubs got a donkey show And for a hand full of pesos were all gonna go Well, the taxicab rolled up and down that hill The cowboys pour out for midnight thrills Started off with beer and ended with tequila Two to three minutes with a sweet senorita Well that rusty old table on a three legged chair Sat a bow legged man with dusty black hair Rancho Grande flowed across the bar As his fingers ran threw an old gut string guitar After five pesos and a few cigarettes Hell play you a song you didnt request Hes not confused just a little bit tired Playing for the strangers, pocket change for an hour Yeah, he had a bent sombrero with a hole in the side Results of taking a knife into a gunfight The days are long, hes just a wore out old man Playing tired songs in a mariachi band There they go When the night in time turns into day 6 A.M rolls around the way Stagger outside drunk and tired Craving hot dogs from a street gutter fire Start rolling dice for taxicab fairs Through the night they give evil eyed glares The fight is on, aint no use in talking Some unlucky loser gonna end up walkin And as starts toward the bridge he gets a feeling inside With every step it gets harder to hide He aint got no money, he dont know no trouble Get out alive a vaquero on the double Chorus