My Tequila
I’ve been ten years down in Mexico
Got a pile of cash but I have to lay low
Hope nobody knows me except by my new name
It was a one-way trip, life will never be the same
Now my Tequila is my closest friend
My crimes aren’t over just because I want them to end
Tried to find a wife but she lost her life
Crossing the border she was double-crossed with a knife
I’ll never forget that day, she died in a terrible way
If I ever get the chance I’m gunna make somebody pay
Now my Tequila is my closest friend
My crimes aren’t over just because I want them to end
Now my past has come crashing into my present again
People calling me by my old name from then
No way to stay on the sidelines this time
Gotta help an old friend plan the perfect crime
Damn this hiding out
Damn this empty bottle
Time to find out
If I can still work the throttle
And cross the border fast and low
Cause I’ve spent too long with nowhere to go
Now my Tequila is my closest friend
My crimes aren’t over just because I want them to end
Lyrics by Mark L Berry © 2009 for Cleveland Brown’s Scud Runners
