Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand
Watchin’ flies and children on the street
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile
There’s a little boy who wants to shine my feet.
And it’s three days ride from Bakersfield and I don’t know why I came
I guess I came to keep from payin’ dues
So instead I’ve got a bottle and a girl who’s just fourteen
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues. Yeh!
Is there anything a man don’t stand to lose
When the devil wants to take it all away ?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze
‘Cause thinkin’ and drinkin’ are all I have today.
She said her name was Billie Jean and she was fresh in town.
I didn’t know a stage line ran from Hell.
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold,
All the french perfume you’d care to smell.
She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear
«Go on, my friend, do anything you choose.»
Now I’m payin’ for those happy hours I spent there in her arms
With a lifetime’s worth of the Mexicali Blues.
Is there anything a man don’t stand to lose
When the devil wants to take it all away ?
Cherish well your thoughts, keep a tight grip on your booze
‘Cause thinkin’ and drinkin’ are all I have today.
And then a man rode into town, yeh, some thought he was the law.
Billie Jean was waitin’ when he came.
She told me he would take her, if I didn’t use my gun,
I’d have no one but myself to blame.
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind.
I guess that stranger hadn’t heard the news
‘Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn’t even draw
And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues. Yeh!
Is there anything a man don’t stand to lose
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
Just ridin’ and runnin’ across those desert sands.