Saturday, a last SeptemberIn a jail house I remember Well, I got caught with too much soul Well, I tell you what I was bringing it back from MexicoYes I was bringing it back from MexicoI bring it on down Tell you about the nice lights and pretty faces We're trippin' round to where the place is Lord, I popped you up and I let you go Well, I said you're flyin' right back from MexicoYou hear me cry I said you're flyin' right back from MexicoFlyin' on down Well, across the border is where you'll get her They said the wine is good, but it ain't no better Well, I think I'm getting something gold Hear me cryin' I'll bring it back to you from MexicoYeah, I'll bring it back to you from MexicoBring it on down Help, bring it on down OhSomething back to me baby Yeah
Saturday, a last SeptemberIn a jail house I remember Well, I got caught with too much soul Well, I tell you what I was bringing it back from MexicoYes I was bringing it back from MexicoI bring it on down Tell you about the nice lights and pretty faces We're trippin' round to where the place is Lord, I popped you up and I let you go Well, I said you're flyin' right back from MexicoYou hear me cry I said you're flyin' right back from MexicoFlyin' on down Well, across the border is where you'll get her They said the wine is good, but it ain't no better Well, I think I'm getting something gold Hear me cryin' I'll bring it back to you from MexicoYeah, I'll bring it back to you from MexicoBring it on down Help, bring it on down OhSomething back to me baby Yeah
