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I see the lightning
From the storm down in Mexico
I see my speedometer doesn't work
I cross the desert
Disappear into the tumbleweeds
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
I hear the thunder
From the storm down in Mexico
I leave the border far behind
I feel the dust coat my teeth
And turn my face to mud
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There is no moral to this story at all
Everything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
Been away from the livin'
Don't need to be forgivin
I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
to come alive
I feel the wind blow
From the storm down in Mexico
Gasoline for another hundred miles
I cross the river
And leave my shoes up on the other side
I leave the border far behind
There is no moral to this story at all
Everything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
Been away from the livin'
Don't need to be forgivin
I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
to come alive
I feel the rain drops
From the storm down in Mexico
Truck will go no further
Out of gas
I cross the desert
With the lizard and rattlesnake
There is no moral to this story at all
Everything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
Been away from the livin'
Don't need to be forgivin
I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
to come alive
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