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Bound for Old Mexico - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
True I wasn't born anywhere
South of the border
And I'm not a native
To old Mexico
But there's someone there makes my heart as though may
To order
And it's fittingly proper through these eyes that lovers show
If I could just write it off
As mere fascination
Then the problems we face would die where they are
And not grow
But my will's not contained in the thoughts little minds
Now are thinking
Oh I'm on my way to old Mexico
There are those who will shame us by opening showing
Rejection
But the game must be played in accordance to how
The cards fall
And my life's not dependant on their kind of narrow
Affection
For the choice between them would be no choice at
All
So the sound of the rails to my ears will
Be sweet sweet music
The longer I hear it the shorter the time we're
Apart
Soon I will see the span of the old rio
Grandelady before me
And the land that gave birth to the girl who
Now holds my heart
I'll be ridin' these same rails in the not too
Distant future
Life will be so complete for in this very seat
Soon I know
There'll be two and not one for love's will shall
Be done good lord willin'
Oh I'm on my way
To old Mexico
To old
Mexico
To old Mexico
