Adios New Mexico
Words & Music by Jamon Scott
(If I had to tell the story of my life in one line I think it would be ‘I met a girl and then I met her boyfriend’. js)
Listen up while I begin.
I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell you where and when.
I went west, a single young man.
I met a girl and then I met her boyfriend.
It was hot, she was hot, too.
The kind of woman that I like a lot, too.
We had some drinks, we had some fun, too.
I woke up looking for someplace to run to.
Au revoir, ariva derci.
Get me the hell out of Albuquerque.
See you later, I got to go.
Adios, goodbye, New Mexico.
He was big and he was ugly.
I tried to run but he got a hold of me.
I tried to fight but he was too strong.
He threw me out the window with no clothes on.
So, I was naked and running down the street.
The sidewalk was burning my bare feet.
I heard him holler a couple choice words.
I hollered back and this is what he heard.
Au revoir, ariva derci.
Get me the hell out of Albuquerque.
See you later, I got to go.
Adios, goodbye, New Mexico.
ONE CERVEZA (Dedicated to everyone’s best friend; a man who gives us refreshments, therapy and sometimes helps us to get laid. Here’s to you, Mr. camarero. js) One cerveza, please. ‘Cause I‘ve been shot from the saddle, my friend. One more cerveza, please. ‘Til I get back in the saddle, my friend, It gets so blurry this time of night. One cerveza, please. MEXICO (For some reason I just can’t seem to get along with my significant others’ significant others. js) It was sundown in a border town, I told him, "I ain’t gonna do it. It was ten miles in a pickup, (Chorus) Now, it was sundown in a border town, But I told her cerveca, bano, DUST (Hey, even Sancho gets the blues sometimes. js) Now, there in the corner, Now, there was a lifetime, Now, I’ve seen this movie, Now, there on the t.v. A Song About Mexico (A poignant & musical answer to the question, “What the hell‘s the deal with Mexico?” js) I see the sun setting over the Tennessee River, But I could write it all down in a really long letter, Now, there’s a Mexican beach full of naked senoritas, I could write it all down in a really long letter, I’m all about some senoritas. I could write it all down in a really long letter, I could pour it all out in a tear-stained letter, It’s easier to write about Mexico.
Words & Music by Jamon Scott
And could you maybe arrange,
To keep ‘em comin’ ‘til I fall in the floor on my face?
And you can keep the change.
‘Cause I’m in a bad way.
And nothin’ else I can find,
Can keep me keepin’ it all together while,
She’s goin’ out of my mind.
A showdown at high moon.
He picked me off from twenty paces.
And hit me so hard he knocked my guitar out of tune.
And do you have any limes?
And could I get a couple quarters to play me a song,
Whenever you get time?
‘Cause I’ve had a bad day.
The kind that ruins your night.
But if the money holds out until closin‘ time,
Then I’ll be feelin’ all right.
By the light of the noon.
I’ll bite the bullet from twenty paces.
Just slurrin’ and strummin’ my guitar out of tune.
But if I squint I can see,
A pair of eyes at the end of the bar,
And they’re smilin’ and squintin’ right back at me.
On second thought, make that two.
One for me and the soon-to-be girl of my dreams.
We owe it all to you.
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On the wrong side of the border.
I saw my girlfriend with her husband.
And he didn’t seem to like the show.
So, we packed up and we broke brush.
Eight Coronas and a jar of change.
Dan, he spoke up and said to head south.
We’d make some money in Mexico.
Ain’t gonna go.
‘Cause I ain’t got no business,
Down in Mexico.
Cerveca, bano,
And senorita is all the Spanish I know."
He just smiled and said,
"Senor, you’re gonna do fine."
Dodging bullets all along the way.
The sun beat down, the truck heated up.
We had to pour the beer in the reservoir.
Showed my name card to the border guard.
Chewed my nails as he checked me out.
I took a deep breath when he came back.
Then, he nodded and he waved me through.
On the south side of the border.
I climbed onto a stool and I summoned the barkeep,
And I’m not all that sure what was said after that…
And senorita is all the Spanish I know.
And she just smiled and said, "Senor…"
Yeah, she just smiled and said, "Hombre…"
Yeah, she just smiled and I ain’t never going back to Tennessee.
Words & Music by Jamon Scott
All covered with dust,
Is an old box of pictures.
And some are of us.
And there are some letters.
And there are some cards.
And I never read them,
But I know where they are.
No, I never read them.
I just know where they are.
A lifetime ago.
When I was your cowboy;
The star of the show.
But one night banditos,
Came to the door.
And they took the woman,
That you were before.
And now I don’t know you.
I just know where you are.
And I’ve heard this song.
But I guess no one else did,
‘Cause they ended it wrong.
All covered with dust,
Is a black & white movie.
It’s the story of us.
And I’ll catch the bad guys,
And I’ll save the day.
And you’ll rush to meet me.
And we’ll ride away...
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A painting in the sky that goes on forever,
A green-eyed girl in the rear-view mirror behind me.
And there’s a neon sign that’s flashing up ahead.
Then three more miles to an empty bed.
A hundred million things that have never been said and they’ll never be.
Strum a few chords and put it all together,
Tell her how I’m sorry and I was a fool to let her go,
Or I could write a song about Mexico.
Soaking up sun and drinking good tequila,
And just as many hombres looking to beat or to kill me.
Strum a few chords and make it all better,
Tell her how I’m sorry and I was a fool to let her go,
Or I could write a song about Mexico.
I’m all about some damn good tequila.
But I don’t write about her,
And I don’t sing about her,
And I’d give a hundred million dollars not to think about her.
Strum a few chords and make it all better,
Tell her how I’m sorry and I was a fool to let her go.
Say it just right and then get us back together,
Tell her how I love her and I was a fool not to let her know,
Or I could write a song about Mexico.
I think I’ll write a song about Mexico.
