Down In Mexico - The Coasters

Took a little time In the shade It's what you do this time of day Siesta Is a fine tradition Saw you in the sun 'Least I thought I did Maybe just a ghost A forgotten kiss Still taste you Still miss you Crossed the border thinking I might look for you Now most the time I find I'm margarita blue Now I'm drinking my life away in Mexico Talking 'bout you with people I don't know Lying in the sand Moonlight tanned Down in Mexico Sleeping in my car 'Neath inebriated stars Down in Mexico Never did like The tropics much Now I can't imagine ever giving it up Tequila Guess I still need ya Tears keep rolling Over salty lips Swallowing pride With every sip Still taste you Still miss you Crossed the border thinking I might look for you Now most of the time I find I'm margarita blue So I'm drinking my life away in Mexico Talking 'bout you with people I don't know Lying in the sand Moonlight tanned Down in Mexico Sleeping in my car 'Neath inebriated stars Down in Mexico Lying in the sand Moonlight tanned Down in Mexico Sleeping in my car 'Neath inebriated stars Down in Mexico So I'm drinking my life away in Mexico Talking 'bout you with people I don't know Lying in the sand Moonlight tanned Down in Mexico Sleeping in my car 'Neath inebriated stars Down in Mexico Lying in the sand Moonlight tanned Down in Mexico Sleeping in my car 'Neath inebriated stars Down in Mexico Down in Mexico Mexico

Starin' out into the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder 'Bout life and love and lack of and this emptiness in my heart Too old to be wild and free still Too young to be over the hill Should I try to grow up but who knows where to start So I just sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Let the warm air melt these blues away Sun comes up and sun sinks down And I've seen 'em both in this tourist town Up for days in a rage just tryin' to search my soul From the answers and the reasons why I'm at these crossroads in my life And I really don't know which way to go So I just sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Let the warm air melt these blues away Maybe I'll settle down, get married Or stay single and stay free Which road I travel is still a mystery to me So I just sit right here, have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Let the warm air melt these blues away Down in Mexico

Big veranda, stately trees Servants bring me fruit and cheese Flowers bloom and feed their bees Underneath the Sword of Damocles And I'm shooting speed 'Cause that's what I do When I can't get what I need from you In Mexico Every Eden has its price Here you have to pay it twice Servants bring me beans and rice But there's snakes in every paradise 'Cause I'm shooting speed That's what I do When I can't get what I need from you In Mexico In Mexico I'm the crazy one they can point to I'm the one who's taking the heat So I slip out at night And walk through the street I say yes, sir I say ma'am When they ask me who I think I am Servants bring me steak and lamb While I measure by the milligram I'm shooting speed 'Cause that's what I do When I can't get what I need from you In Mexico In Mexico Oh, in Mexico

Wake alone in the hills With the wind in your face It feels good to be proud and be free And a race that is part of a clan And to live on highlands And the air that you breathe So pure and so clean When alone on the hills With the wind in your hair With a longing to feel Just to be free Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom It's a time wrought with fear It's a land wrought with change Ancestors could hear what is happening now They would turn in their graves They would all be ashamed That the land of the free Has written in chains And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman And I swear to defend And we'll fight to the end And I swear that I'll never be taken alive And I know that we'll stand And we'll fight for our land And I swear that my bairns Will be born free And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what I want I am the clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We've the land of the free (No, no we can't let them take anymore) (No we can't let them take anymore) (No we can't let them take anymore) (We've the land of the free) Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman Freedom Freedom (screamming) Freedom Freedom And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman

I was walkin' down the street mindin' my own affair When two policemen grabbed me, unaware He say, "Is your name Henry?" I says, "Why sure" He says, "You the boy I've been lookin' for" I was framed, framed, I was blamed, framed Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed, oh, framed They took him in the line up and let those bright lights shine There was ten poor souls like me in that line I knew I was a victim of someone's evil plan When a stool pidgeon walked in and says, "That's your man" I was framed, framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed Well, the prosecutor turned and started a-prosecutin' me Man, that cat didn't give me the one but the third degree He says, "Where were you on the night of July 1953?" Man I was just home, just a tweedle-a-dee I was framed, oh framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well I never knew nothin' but I always get framed Oh framed, oh framed