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Gilby Clarke - Tijuana Jail (Live) Gilby Clarke - Tijuana Jail (Live) | | Tijuana Jail (Live)
You guys we`re gonna take a trip to Mexico, is that all right?
No, not right now we`re gonna play a song first
Then we`re gonna go to Mexico
You know we just played down in South America last week
And I'll be damned but they fuckin' understood every word I said to the song
So I won't pull the Spanish on you guys
I'll do it in English is that ok?
Diablo...
Welcome to salvation,
My Tequila's my companion
For this evening of oblivion
See everyone around me,
Kinda bores me,
It makes me lonely
Without friends I never had
Packing up my Mustang
Cuz this city has no heart,
It sucks you in
And spits you out
Patiently I'm seeking
My destination is unknown,
I followed the road
Down to Mexico
Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong,
I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home
He smiled and said 'Señor you're not in Texas anymore'
I send my love to my home
But send my mail…
To a Tijuana Jail
Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my home,
At least for now,
It seems like forever
Sleeping on the floor with the rats,
Crawling up my ass,
I'm gonna kill that officer
Punk rock...
Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge,
On this side of the border 20 pesos get you dead
He smiled and said
'Señor I think I'll drink to your threats'
I send my love to my home,
But send my mail
To a Tijuana Jail
Let`s play the blues Marc
Guys wanna hear a story?
You see in my destitution suicide be a solution,
But I'm a gambler,
And I'm not cashed in
You see the sun is going down
And my problems will be solved
By dawn,
But not by justice
I smelled liquor on his breath,
And I knew this was my last chance,
I begged give a dying man
His last drink
He handed me a glass
With just the worm and then he laughed
I pulled a switchblade from my boot
And I shoved it in his throat
Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong,
I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home
He smiled and said 'Señor you're not in Texas anymore'
You guys been small but you're mighty
Thanks a lot for comin'
I send my love to my home
But send my mail
To a Texas Jail
Aaaaaaaaaaaw!
You guys thanks a lot for listening
Thank you
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