Mexico

Hope this letter finds you well. Ma, there’s somethin’ I hate to tell
But I wanted you to know I’m ridin’ hard for Mexico.

Papa always said life is hard when you’re livin’ on a deck of cards
Guess now he can say he told me so. I’m Ridin’ Hard for Mexico.

I’ve heard all the stories the old men’ll tell
Of gunfights and glory and runnin’ like hell.
Of lazy siestas and evenings in sin
And no one will care where you’ve been.

I was holdin’ kings and threes. I saw an ace tucked up his sleeve
I said ‘Now, friend, you best let that be.’ I knew right then it would be him or me.

Look of surprise came on his face. He pulled a knife from his drummer’s case
I had a pistol I didn’t show. I’m ridin’ hard for Mexico

I’ve heard all the stories the old men’ll tell
Of gunfights and glory and runnin’ like hell.
Of lazy siestas and evenings in sin
And no one will care where you’ve been.

I never wanted to kill that man. My life has turned on a poker hand
Till this is over I’m just layin’ low and ridin’ hard for Mexico.

Ma, this letter might be the last. Riders comin’ way too fast
If I don’t make it, I love you so. I’m ridin’ hard for Mexico.

I’ve heard all the stories the old men’ll tell
Of gunfights and glory and goin’ to hell.
Of lazy siestas and evenings in sin
And no one will care where you’ve been.

I’m Ridin’ Hard for Mexico.
I’m Ridin’ Hard ........for Mexico

Dave Scott(Rascal King Music /SESAC)