Here comes another song about Mexico
I just can't help myself
I lost my old lady
Got my lures got my bobbers now I'm gonna go
Got off in the wrong direction
Found some hookers and lost my erection
So I had to lie in the letter to the boys back home
The good guys and the bad guys
Well, they never work past noon around here
They sit side by side in the cantinas
Talk to senoritas
And drink warm beer
Here comes the same old verse about Mexico
We just can't help ourselves
We lost our old ladies
Got our lures got our bobbers now we're gonna go
Got
The Ghost Of Flight 401
Written by Bob Welch.
You've had about the Flying Dutchman
The ghost of all the ships at sea
But just in case you think it's lies
Then here's a ghost for our own time
You see there was a crash at night
And the pilots in command all died
And after many months has passed
The widows all had cried their last
(chorus)
And when the moon shines on the silver wing
When the moon shines on the silver wing
When the moon shines, look out here comes the ghost of flight 401...
The ghost of flight 401, appeared aboard the jet airplanes
In flesh & blood & clothes he came
On an eastern airline I can't name
But suddenly the ghost appeared
Of the pilots that had died that year
I'm not saying they were puffs of smoke
They were real as life, it ain't no joke
(repeat chorus)
Ooh those silver wings
Yeah those silver wings
Yeah there shinin' in that sun
The ghost of flight 401