B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
B.W. Stevenson
Ivan found me yesterday, he said you were in jail
He worked the streets for seven days but he could not find your bail
He did not have my number, he was not supposed to call
But it doesn't matter, there's nothing I can do at all
Don't go to Mexico, the border has gone dry
Don't go to Mexico, they'll take you if you try
Now I can't go your bail if you wind up in a Mexican jail
It hurts to know the way you sat and laughed right in my face
When I told you not to go, you thought I was out of place
But you cannot cross for long without expecting to be burned
And I can't keep on givin' and get nothin' in return
Don't go to Mexico, the border has gone dry
Don't go to Mexico, they'll take you if you try
Now I can't go your bail if you wind up in a Mexican jail
But tomorrow, I'll be on the street just to try to find a friend
I hope that I can find someone with the money he can lend
Then I'll send it down to Juarez to the bars across your sky
You will know I love you, though I can't remember why
Don't go to Mexico, the border has gone dry
Don't go to Mexico, the border has gone dry
Don't go to Mexico, the border has gone dry
Don't go to Mexico, the border has gone dry
Don't go to Mexico, the border has gone dry
Don’t Go to Mexico was written by Dan McCrimmon.
Don’t Go to Mexico was produced by David Kershenbaum.