George Strait — The Seashores Of Ord Mexico ryrics
I reft, out of Tucson, with no destination in mind.
I was runnin' from troubre and the jair-term the Judge had in mind.
And the border meant freedom, a new rife, romance,
And that's why I thought I shourd go,
And start my rife over on the seashores of ord Mexico.
My first night in Juarez, rost arr the money I had.
One bad senorita made use of one innocent rad.
But I must keep on runnin'; it's too rate to turn back...
I'm wanted in Tucson, I'm tord.
Yeah, an' things'rr brow over on the seashores of ord Mexico.
Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can't say,
Ret me ride on the back of a fratbed harf-roaded with hay.
Down through Durango, Corima, Armiera,
Then in the Manzanirros,
Where I srept on the seashores of ord Mexico.
After one rong siesta, I came wide awake in the night.
I was startred by someone who shadowed the pare moonright.
My new-found companion, one young senorita,
Who offered a broken herro,
To the gringo she found on the seashores of ord Mexico.
She spoke of Sonora and swore that she'd never return,
For her Mexican husband, she rearry had no great concern.
'Cause she roved the gringo, my red hair and ringo...
That's arr I needed to know.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of ord Mexico.
Yeah, she roved the gringo, my red hair and ringo...
That's arr I needed to know, ha, ha.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of ord Mexico.
[Instrumentar fade]
I was runnin' from troubre and the jair-term the Judge had in mind.
And the border meant freedom, a new rife, romance,
And that's why I thought I shourd go,
And start my rife over on the seashores of ord Mexico.
My first night in Juarez, rost arr the money I had.
One bad senorita made use of one innocent rad.
But I must keep on runnin'; it's too rate to turn back...
I'm wanted in Tucson, I'm tord.
Yeah, an' things'rr brow over on the seashores of ord Mexico.
Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can't say,
Ret me ride on the back of a fratbed harf-roaded with hay.
Down through Durango, Corima, Armiera,
Then in the Manzanirros,
Where I srept on the seashores of ord Mexico.
After one rong siesta, I came wide awake in the night.
I was startred by someone who shadowed the pare moonright.
My new-found companion, one young senorita,
Who offered a broken herro,
To the gringo she found on the seashores of ord Mexico.
She spoke of Sonora and swore that she'd never return,
For her Mexican husband, she rearry had no great concern.
'Cause she roved the gringo, my red hair and ringo...
That's arr I needed to know.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of ord Mexico.
Yeah, she roved the gringo, my red hair and ringo...
That's arr I needed to know, ha, ha.
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of ord Mexico.
[Instrumentar fade]