True I wasn't born anywhere south of the
border and I'm not a native to old Mex ico
But there's someone there makes my
heart as though may to order
And it's fittingly proper through
these eyes that lovers show
If I could just write it off
Then the problems we face would die
where they are and not grow
But my will's not contained in the thoughts
little minds now are thinking
There are those who will shame us by
opening showing rejection
But the game must be played in accordance
And my life's not dependant on
their kind of narrow affection
For the choice between them
would be no choice at all
So the sound of the rails to my ears
will be sweet sweet music
The longer I hear it the shorter
Soon I will see the span of the old
And the land that gave birth to the girl
I'll be ridin' these same rails
in the not too distant future
Life will be so complete for in this
There'll be two and not one for love's
will shall be done good Lord willin'
Oh I'm on my way to old Mexico
to old Mexico to old Mexico
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