HE NEVER CAME BACK FROM MEXICO
Flyin' high on a blacktop sky, moon shinin' on the desert tonight,
five-hundred miles down the Pan American Highway...
leavin' Texas broke my heart, but I'm off to a brand new start;
they'll be wonderin' where I am by Friday.
I'm checkin' out of that same old grind, nothin' but blue skies on my mind.
Back home I know they'll say, "we told him not to go, but he went anyway,
and he never came back from Mexico. What he's doin' now, nobody knows.
He left here a long time ago, and he never came back."
I'm takin' on a golden glow on the seashores of Manzanillo,
chasin' the wind where the sea meets the Sierra Madres.
She runs barefoot in my dreams, the Spanish angel in faded blue jeans.
Somethin' in her eyes seems to whisper, "follow me."
I'm givin' up on that nine-to-five;
it's time I started livin' my own damn life.
Back home I know they'll say, "we told him not to go, but he went anyway,
and he never came back from Mexico. What he's doin' now, nobody knows.
He left here a long time ago, and he never came back."
I'll be drinkin' that Cuervo Gold; I'm getting' young before I get old.
They'll say, "he's in trouble somewhere; hell, he must have gone crazy down there...
'cause he never came back from Mexico, and what he's doin' now, God only knows.
He left here a long, long time ago, and he never came back
from Old Mexico."