If you're down in acuna and you ain't up to being alone
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 puta 'cause
No one really knows her name
She works the cantina dancing and a-loving'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
Said keep your hands on the wheel there
Oh it sure is fine ain't it
Now ya got it Hand me another one
Of them brews from back there
Oh this is gonna be so good
Mm 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
