New Holes In Old Shoes

A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm
 It's all somebody needs to make it through the land
 Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio Grandee
 Someone strums a mandolin, soft gulf breezes blow
 My new life is waiting in old Mexico
 I was once a married man livin' peacefully
 Hard to say exactly when the devil blinded me
 But there was some confusion when my sweet wife left this world
 Darker times, drunken crimes, a dead young working girl
 Left a jailer there in Caroline, watching me from down below
 My new life is waiting in old Mexico
 Livin' in the shadows
 Runnin' from my fame
 Blowin' where the wind blows
 Where no one knows my name
 In the El Vaquero Bar in the town of Eagle Pass
 Moments from my freedom warm whiskey in my glass
 Some Borracho took me for the man who stole his wife
 He went for his forty-four as I reached for my knife
 He never fired a second shot, he was just too slow
 My new life is waiting in old Mexico
 I hear of hidden harbors south of Mazatlan
 Where cool spring mountain waters meet the warm Pacific sun
 I pray the miles I've traveled and all the sins I bear
 Burn away like mornin' fog and vanish in the air
 Miles beyond the border now, but many miles to go
 My new life is waiting in old Mexico
 A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm
 It's all somebody needs to make it through the land