Got the Blues for Murder Only - Lonnie Johnson

Down in old Mexico where a child will slap your face

Down in old Mexico where a child will slap your face

They make a bread with cayenne pepper, drink gun powder to kill the taste

Women down in Mexico they’s bad as bad can be

Women in old Mexico they’re bad as bad can be

They eats rattlesnakes for breakfast and drink the rattlesnakes' blood for tea

Down in old Mexico their bed is made out of thorns and trees

Bed is made out of thorn trees and the pillows out of rocks and stones

They got rattlesnakes for body guards, wildcats will watch over them all night

long

I’m going back to old Mexico where there’s long, long reaching guns

I’m going to old Mexico where there’s long, long reaching guns

When they want real excitement they kill each other one by one

Down in old Mexico where’s everybody’s wild and free

Down in old Mexico where everybody’s wild and free

'Cause over here in this country they don’t kill 'em fast enough for me

Down in old Mexico where they kill 'em both night and day

Down in old Mexico where they kill 'em both night and day

Where the chief locks up the jail house and the judge goes home and stays