Bound for Old Mexico

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