Mexican Blackbird

If you're down in Acuna
 And you ain't up to being alone
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 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.
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 Said, keep your hands on the wheel there
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 Oh, it sure is fine, ain't it?
 Now, ya got it
 Hand me another one of them brews from back there.
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 Oh, this is gonna be so good.
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 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
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 Can you roll me another Bull Durham, please?
 Can't you do it with one hand, boy?