Come on baby, don't you wanna go? I could take you there
You could get what you want in the south, you could let down your hair
I said do you, don't you, will you, won't you
Baby won't you please let me know
I ain't talkin' 'bout Chicago, I'm talkin' about Mexico
Makin' a run for Mexico, makin' a run for Mexico - could you
Come on baby, 'cos I got to go, the law is after me
I killed a man in a bar last night, there was no other way it could be
While the air in this joint could be cut with a knife
As the jukebox got rocked into lections
Bring a compass and some mon