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Tijuana Jail (Live)

"Tijuana Jail (Live)" Lyrics by Gilby Clarke

You guys we gonna take a trip to Mexico, is that all right?

No not right now we gonna play a song first

Then we gonna go to Mexico

You know we played down South America last week..

And I’ll damned but they fuckin’ understood every damn word of the song

So I won’t pull the Spanish on you guys

I’ll will do it in English is that ok?

Welcome to salvation,

My Tequila’s my companion

For this evening of oblivion

See everyone around me,

Kinda bores me,

It makes me lonely

With the 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 ‘senor you’re not in Texas anymore’

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

Sorry Mr. Officer but I’m gonna get revenge,

On this side of the border 20 pesos get you dead

He smiled and said

‘Senor I think I’ll drink to your threats’

Send my love to my home,

But sent my mail

To a Tijuana Jail

Let play the blues all right?

Guys wanna hear a story?

You see in my destitution suicides 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 for justice

I smelled liquor on his breath,

I knew this is my last chance,

I begged give a dying man

His last drink

He handed me a glass

With just the worm and than he laughed

I pulled a switch- blade from my boot

And 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 ‘senor you’re not in Texas anymore’

You guys been small but you’re mighty

Thanks a lot for comin’

Send my love to my home

But send my mail

To a Texas Jail.

You guys thanks a lot for listening

Thank you

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