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
