Tijuana Jail Lyrics
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Album | Pawn Shop Guitars(1994) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Hard Rock, Heavy Metal |
Labels | EMI Records |
Album rating : 90 / 100
Votes : 1
Votes : 1
3. Tijuana Jail
Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion,
For this evening of oblivion.
Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me
Lonely without friends I never had.
Packing up my Mustang 'cuz this city has no heart,
It sucks you in and spits you out.
Patiently I'm seeking, my destination is unknown,
I'll followed the road down to Mexico.
Sorry Mr. Officer, I think you got it wrong,
I'm just a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home
He smiled and said "Senor, you're not in Texas anymore"
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Tijuana Jail
Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell, it's my home,
At least for now, seems like forever.
Sleeping on the floor with the rats, crawling up my ass,
I'm gonna kill that officer.
Sorry Mr. Officer, but I'm gonna get revenge,
on this side of the border 20 pesos gets you dead.
He smiled and said "Senor, I think I'll drink to your threats."
Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail.
In my destitution, suicide is a solution,
But I'm a gambler, and I'm not cashing in.
You see the sun is going down,
And my problems will be solved by dawn,
But not by justice.
I smelled liquor on his breath, I knew this is my last chance,
I begged give a dying man his last drink.
He handed me a glass with just the worm and then he laughed.
I pulled a switchblade from my boot, and shoved it in his throat!
Sorry Mr. Officer, I think you got it wrong,
I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home.
He smiled and said "Senor, you're not in Texas anymore."
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas Jail!
For this evening of oblivion.
Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me
Lonely without friends I never had.
Packing up my Mustang 'cuz this city has no heart,
It sucks you in and spits you out.
Patiently I'm seeking, my destination is unknown,
I'll followed the road down to Mexico.
Sorry Mr. Officer, I think you got it wrong,
I'm just a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home
He smiled and said "Senor, you're not in Texas anymore"
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Tijuana Jail
Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell, it's my home,
At least for now, seems like forever.
Sleeping on the floor with the rats, crawling up my ass,
I'm gonna kill that officer.
Sorry Mr. Officer, but I'm gonna get revenge,
on this side of the border 20 pesos gets you dead.
He smiled and said "Senor, I think I'll drink to your threats."
Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail.
In my destitution, suicide is a solution,
But I'm a gambler, and I'm not cashing in.
You see the sun is going down,
And my problems will be solved by dawn,
But not by justice.
I smelled liquor on his breath, I knew this is my last chance,
I begged give a dying man his last drink.
He handed me a glass with just the worm and then he laughed.
I pulled a switchblade from my boot, and shoved it in his throat!
Sorry Mr. Officer, I think you got it wrong,
I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home.
He smiled and said "Senor, you're not in Texas anymore."
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas Jail!
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