They all went to mexico
by Carlos Santana
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Where´s my pal, where´s my friend
All good things must have an end
Sad things and nothings
On and on they go
I guess he went to Mexico
[Chorus:]
They all went to Mexico
Buenas dias, got to go
Tengo que obedecer
Mi corazon
They all went to Mexico
Where´s my mule, where´s my dray
Straw hat´s packed up and gone away
Mule don´t go north and dray go slow
They both went to Mexico
Where´s my sweetie, where´s the face
That lit dark corners every place
She put up with me long time you know
And then she had to go to Mexico
[Chorus]
Wheres my brown dog, where´s my hound
He liked my truck he hung around
But he´s a canine romeo
And I guess he went to Mexico
Where´s that woman so sweet, so mean
Her heart was cautious her mind was keen
She was always looking for the peccadillo
I hope she went to Mexico
[Chorus]
Where´s December´s happy crew
With German bikes and sidecars too
They take the truck south to St. Louis, MO
Motorcycle all the way to Mexico
Where´s my luck, where´s my grace
Has it all been just a foolish chase
Every time I hear that rainy chill wind blow
I think it might be time to head to Mexico
All good things must have an end
Sad things and nothings
On and on they go
I guess he went to Mexico
[Chorus:]
They all went to Mexico
Buenas dias, got to go
Tengo que obedecer
Mi corazon
They all went to Mexico
Where´s my mule, where´s my dray
Straw hat´s packed up and gone away
Mule don´t go north and dray go slow
They both went to Mexico
Where´s my sweetie, where´s the face
That lit dark corners every place
She put up with me long time you know
And then she had to go to Mexico
[Chorus]
Wheres my brown dog, where´s my hound
He liked my truck he hung around
But he´s a canine romeo
And I guess he went to Mexico
Where´s that woman so sweet, so mean
Her heart was cautious her mind was keen
She was always looking for the peccadillo
I hope she went to Mexico
[Chorus]
Where´s December´s happy crew
With German bikes and sidecars too
They take the truck south to St. Louis, MO
Motorcycle all the way to Mexico
Where´s my luck, where´s my grace
Has it all been just a foolish chase
Every time I hear that rainy chill wind blow
I think it might be time to head to Mexico