Song parody of
Got The Blues For Murder Only (1930)
by Lonnie Johnson
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Down in old Mexico, where a child will slap your face.
Down in old Mexico, where a child will slap your face.
They make a bread with cayenne pepper, drink gun powder to kill the taste.
Women down in Mexico, they's bad as bad can be.
Women in old Mexico, they're bad as bad can be.
They eat rattlesnakes for breakfast, and drink the rattlesnake blood for tea.
Down in old Mexico, they're bed is made out of stones and trees.
Bed is made out of stones, trees, and the pillows out of rocks and stone.
They got rattlesnakes for bodyguards, wild cats to watch over ‘em all night long.
I'm going back to old Mexico, where there's long, long reaching guns.
I'm going to old Mexico, where there's long, long reaching guns.
When they want real excitement, they kill each other one by one.
Down in old Mexico, why's everybody's wild and free.
Down in old Mexico, why everybody's wild and free.
‘Cause here in this country, they don't kill ‘em fast enough for me.
Down in old Mexico, where they kill ‘em both night and day.
Down in old Mexico, where they kill ‘em both night and day.
Where the chief locks up the jailhouse, and the judge goes home and stay.
Down in old Mexico, where a child will slap your face.
Down in old Mexico, where a child will slap your face.
They make a bread with cayenne pepper, drink gun powder to kill the taste.
Women down in Mexico, they's bad as bad can be.
Women in old Mexico, they're bad as bad can be.
They eat rattlesnakes for breakfast, and drink the rattlesnake blood for tea.
Down in old Mexico, they're bed is made out of stones and trees.
Bed is made out of stones, trees, and the pillows out of rocks and stone.
They got rattlesnakes for bodyguards, wild cats to watch over ‘em all night long.
I'm going back to old Mexico, where there's long, long reaching guns.
I'm going to old Mexico, where there's long, long reaching guns.
When they want real excitement, they kill each other one by one.
Down in old Mexico, why's everybody's wild and free.
Down in old Mexico, why everybody's wild and free.
‘Cause here in this country, they don't kill ‘em fast enough for me.
Down in old Mexico, where they kill ‘em both night and day.
Down in old Mexico, where they kill ‘em both night and day.
Where the chief locks up the jailhouse, and the judge goes home and stay.
