Another Hundred Years of Solutude

I got a bag all packed got a ticket for the train

Mexico to

New Orleans and back again

I gotta bottle of tequila, baby

Who needs friends?

I gotta bottle of tequila, baby

Who needs friends?

I gotta 100 miles of desert

Got a head of fresh air

And I know 100 games of solitaire

I got nothing to lose and

I got nothing to do

I can go anywhere with anyone

I chooseI got a dog named

Lucky and $100 in my shoe

Here I am on my way from here to there

And I know 100 games of solitaire

Well, I don't know where

I'll end up tonightany place with a bar and a bathtub's all right

I got a burnin yearnin for some new sounds and smells and sights

And if I never see your face again, well,

I don't care,

And I know 100 games of solitaire