Lyrics

Go On Down To Mexico
Terry Eilers-Kincaid and Mariam
BMI 2007


If I had a guess about tomorrow

I probably guess I?d guess it all wrong

Every day I think I got it all figured out

I wind up someplace I don?t belong


And if you ask which way I?m going

I can only say where I might be tonight

If I try to look through that window

I see less and less between wrong and right

Chorus

Let?s head on down to old Mexico

There?s no place else we really need to go

Lookin? for those senoritas

Cold dark beer and margaritas

There?s a worm in every bottle when you?re through

Let?s go on down to Mexico, me and you



Every day there seems to be fewer

The saloons and roadhouses are a dyin? breed

And we?re still writin? words like we used to

But we?re all playin? to rooms of empty seats


It all must have changed when we weren?t watchin?

Johnny, Hank and Waylon all moved on

And there ain?t much left that we can call a reason

To keep on playin? all of these old songs

To Chorus