Lyrics

Laying Low In Mexico

I thought I found a friend, a friend I could trust
We were think as thieves for a couple of months
Even my wife, liked my new buddy
So we took him in, when he ran out of money

He?d been around, been up and down
Ran a gospel mission in a fictional town
But before I caught on, oh he was on a roll
And now he?s layin? low . . . in Mexico

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He stole my wife, and credit cards, and my old rag-top Cadilac
You can cancel cards, but never find another car quite like that
So they?re liven well and laying low, somewhere down in Mexico
Ya they?re livin? high and layin low . . ow . .somewhere down in Mexico

I can see them sittin? on a beach somewhere
Mariachi music in the air
And by an old cantina, in the warm twilight
I can see that sweet little love of mine

Well they didn?t leave much, when they cleaned me out
I found a photo album, behind the couch
And when I flip through, sure takes me back
And oooooooooh, how I miss that Cadilac

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Bridge:
Oooooh they can run, and they can hide, but I wont be looking long at all
Cause a week before they stole my car, I had a brand new GPS installed

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Copyright 2004, Tim Bird