Chely Wright - Mexico lyrics
[Chely Wright - Mexico lyrics]
Ain’t quite how I planned it
Pay’s not that great
But I do alright in tips
I took the job to get me by
When my husband left me stranded
I still don’t know just where the hell he is
After dark, six nights a week
I pull this apron snug
Glance up at a dusty TV blaring local news
Then I’m everybody’s best friend
Dealing coffee like a drug
The whole place smells like
Fries and diesel fuel
Every shift is different
And every shift’s the same
Someone’s driving to the Promised Land
Or they’re running from the pain
It’s mostly long haul truckers
Runaways and thieves
Everybody’s got somewhere to go
They all stop here on their way to Mexico
I still think about that gal
Who came from Tucumcari
Off to find her sister that she
Just found out she had
And those young lovers on the run
She wasn’t old enough to marry
Then the cops showed up with
One really pissed off dad
Every shift is different
And every shift’s the same
Someone’s driving to the Promised Land
Or they’re running from the pain
It’s mostly long haul truckers
Runaways and thieves
Everybody’s got somewhere to go
They all stop here on their way to Mexico
With each passing of a season
I wonder if I’m stuck
Or maybe I’m waitin’ for a reason
Or a helping of good luck
It’s mostly long haul truckers
Runaways and me
Maybe I’ll head south again, who knows
We all stop here on our way to Mexico