If you're down in Acuna and
you ain't up to being alone
Don't spend all your money
On just any honey that's
grown.
Go find the Mexican
blackbird
And send all your
troubles back home.
They all call her Puta
'Cause no one really knows
her name.
She works the cantina
dancin' and a-lovin's her
trade.
Her mama was Mez'can
And her daddy was a ace of
spades.
Oh let's drive that old
Chrysler down to Mexico
boy.
Said keep your hands on
the wheel there.
Oh it sure is fine ain't it
Now ya got it
Hand me another one of
them brews from back
there.
Oh this is gonna be so
good.
Mm she's hot as a pepper
but smooth as a Mexican
brew.
So head for the border and
put in an order or two.
The wings of the blackbird
will spread like an eagle for
you.
Oh one more time
Can you roll me another
Bull Durham please
Can't you do it with one
hand boy