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One more promise soaked in rye whiskey One more word that bites the dust on some bar room floor I`m the man who travels `round doing. Hey, we don`t talk about that I`ll get the favor done for you No one will ever know Then i`ll run to mexico Cold as stone my eyes fall on another Just another name that`s runnin` through my mind At your request i`ll do whatever you require You give me the light, i supply the fire Then i`ll burn for mexico Pretty senorita, she lies to me Smiles sweetly in the morning when i wake up cold sweating `cause some day i`ll be in the sights One more call when someone finds a target Only guarded whispers never mentions names Money on the line will be just fine. You`ll never be involved And even if a clue shows you`ll never know `cause i`ll be in mexico |