Postcard from Mexico (Live)

One day
I saw her walkin
On the street
We started talkin
Downtown
We started movin'
In the rain
Now we're groovin'
She smiled
Nothin' hurtin
So fine
The beads are workin'
I knew
Honey honey
She'd be mine

Easy money

Full moon
She had a past
Red wine
a dark past
Hotel
She had a gun
Bad girl
A big gun
Room service
Hair trigger
I'm gettin nervous
She pull it
All night
hammer down

Silk sheets
lead bullets

Liquor store
Took the money
Easy score
Later, honey
Drops the gun
In my lap
And takes off
I take the rap
Hands up
In the night
I go to court
I loss fight
Got no
consideration
Guilty by
association

Love comes
Love goes
She's gone
To Mexico

Five years
She left me hangin'
Jail cell
doors are bangin'
Every night
I dream about her
I know
Can't live without her
Right now
I gotta see her
She knows
I really need her
On the beach
by the water

That girl
the devil's daughter
I'm bustin' out, I gotta go
I got card from Mexico
I got a card from Mexico

A postcard from Mexico
A postcard from Mexico



Credits
Writer(s): John Hadley, David Olney
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