Mexican Blackbird

If you're down in Acuna

And you ain't up to being alone

Don't spend all your money

On just any honey that's grown

Go find the Mexican blackbird

And send all your troubles back home

They all call her her, "Puta"

'Cause no one really knows her name

She works the cantina

Dancin' and a-lovin's her trade

Her mama was Mez'can

And her daddy was the ace of spades

Oh, let's drive that old Chrysler down to Mexico, boy

Said, keep your hands on the wheel there

Oh, it sure is fine, ain't it?

Now, ya got it

Hand me another one of them brews from back there

Oh, this is gonna be so good

She's hot as a pepper

But smooth as a Mexican brew

So head for the border

And put in an order or two

The wings of the blackbird

Will spread like an eagle for you

Oh, one more time

Can you roll me another Bull Durham, please?

Can't you do it with one hand, boy?