M-E-X-I-C-O (Feat. Billy Strings)

I was hangin' 'round in Brooklyn town with a settle-down type girl
Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world
And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots
He paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lot

I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me

So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first
I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her
We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections?"
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47

Guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me

I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there
I knew that she was rich, but how? I didn't care
When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine
She took off with the Federali, and I took all the blame

I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," and now I can't ever leave
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me

So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me