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• Artiste: Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
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I see the lightning From the storm down in Mexico I see my speedometer doesn't work I cross the desert Disappear into the tumbleweeds I tip the bottle and bite the lime I hear the thunder From the storm down in Mexico I leave the border far behind I feel the dust to coat my teeth And turn my sweat to mud I tip the bottle and bite the lime There ain't no moral to this story at all Anything I tell you Very well could be a lie Been away from the livin' I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine To come alive I feel the wind blow From the storm down in Mexico Gasoline for another hundred miles I cross the river And leave my shoes up on the other side I tip the bottle and bite the lime There ain't no moral to this story at all Anything I tell you Very well could be a lie Been away from the livin' I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that coal black sun-cracked soul of mine To come alive Come alive I feel the rain drops From the storm down in Mexico Truck will go no further Out of gas I walk through desert Past a lizard and a rattlesnake I tip the bottle and bite the lime There ain't no moral to this story at all Anything I tell you Very well could be a lie There ain't no morals to these stories at all Everything I tell you You can bet will be a lie Been away from the livin' Don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that coal black sun-cracked numb inside soul of mine To come alive Come alive