One more promise soaked in rye whiskey
One more word that bites the dust on some bar room floor
I´m the man who travels ´round doing...
Hey, we don´t talk about that
I´ll get the favor done for you
No one will ever know

Then I´ll run to Mexico

Cold as stone my eyes fall on another
Just another name that´s runnin´ through my mind
At your request I´ll do whatever you require
You give me the light, I supply the fire

Then I´ll burn for Mexico

Pretty senorita, she lies to me
Smiles sweetly in the morning when I wake up cold sweating
´Cause some day I´ll be in the sights

One more call when someone finds a target
Only guarded whispers never mentions names
Money on the line will be just fine...
You´ll never be involved
And even if a clue shows you´ll never know

´Cause I´ll be in Mexico