Way down here you need a reason to move.
Feel a fool running your state side games.
Lose your load, leave your mind behind, baby James.
Whoa, Mexico, it sounds so simple I’ve just got to go.
Sun’s so hot I forgot to go home. Guess I’ll have to go now.
Americano got the sleepy eye,
But his body’s still shaking like a live wire.
Sleepy senorita with the eyes on fire.
Whoa, Mexico, it sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low.
Moon’s so bright, like to light up the night. Make ev’rything all right.
Baby’s hungry and the money’s all gone.
The folks back home don’t want to talk on the phone.
She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard.
Whoa, down in Mexico, I’ve never really been, so I don’t really know.
Whoa, Mexico, I guess I’ll have to go:
Whoa, Mexico, I’ve never really been, but I’d sure like to go.
Whoa, Mexico, I guess I’ll have to go now.
Talkin’ ‘bout Mexico. A honkey tonk down in Mexico.
Whoa, Mexico. Whoa, Mexico.
1975 – James Taylor – Album: Gorilla