Blaine Larsen - Ive Been In Mexico

Well, I didn't even bother to set the alarm
If I'm a few hours late, whats the harm
I've been in Mexico, I've been to Mexico

Blaine Larsen - Best Man

My mama got married to someone I barely knew
They had me and then they had my sister too
I was too young to understand why he left

Blaine Larsen - In My High School

In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest.
Those who wear rags from those who only wear the best.
An' in my High School, they hold assemblies for the football team,

Blaine Larsen - Off To Join The World (the Circus Song)

Now, friends listen well, let me tell you a story
I remember just like yesterday
Of a footloose young lad who ran off with the circus

Blaine Larsen - Teaching Me How To Love You

Her name was Sarah Jean, it was a night like this
In front of the Dairy Queen, she gave me my first kiss
I was just ten years old, so I never knew

Blaine Larsen - Thats All Ive Got To Say About That

I don't have too much to say
About most things anyway
The weather's cold or it's hot

Blaine Larsen - Thats Just Me

I don't like getting up too early
I like staying up watchin' late night TV
Sometimes I get my kicks from Dave's stupid human tricks

Blaine Larsen - Yesireebob

Sittin' on the sofa just watchin' TV
Flippin' through the channels and what do I see
A swimsuit model on the Cozumel sand

Chris Isaak - South Of The Border (down Mexico Way)

South of the border, down Mexico way.
That's where I fell in love where stars above, came out to play.
And now as I wonder, my thoughts ever stray.

Garth Brooks - Rodeo Or Mexico

For a change
I headed South
Across the border

Montgomery Gentry - All I Know About Mexico

I didn't know you weren't supposed to drink the water
I never knew it was so hard to get through south of that border
If I had any idea it took that many pesos to make a dollar

Murder By Death - The Devil In Mexico

Well I'll take two shots said the devil to the man and layed a little book on the bar well lord knows the devil he only talks shit and only drinks whiskey from the jar and his hands were raw and his eyes were cold and his breath was pure alcohol and the sound of his voice it never got old and he talked and talked and talked through the night kept sippin his shine till the mornin light tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go i put three bullets in his back.

well the devils bleedin crude oil from a hole in his chest and its panging on the bedpan drippin through the bedsheets and all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds and pawin the oil at the market well his heart ain't made of nothin but piss and vinegar and his boots have trampled more than you would know and his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill its so fucking cold in here since you brought in the snow black heart leaking oil in the pan, dealin' insults with his free hand in this hospital bed bleedin' Black heart you shot the plan to