Singer/Songwriter Ian Melvin
Down (In Mexico) The Anaheims

Artwork by MiMi

Down (In Mexico)

Way down south of nowhere
In a place that no one goes
There’s a little dirt cantina called
El Muerte del Amour
They serve Mescal from the counter
And Corona’s from the steam
And there's a chilli on the hotplate
That will burn you in your dreams
And there’s a smoking Señorita
With lips of pepper red
She can take you up to heaven
But she’ll leave you lying dead
Yeah! It’s the place
We all want to go
When we're down
In Mexico

Two inch short of seven foot tall
And half a barn door wide
He had iron in his fist held tight
And murder in his eye
Well I guess he thought he owned her
Thought he could take my kind
So he closed the gap between us
Before he dropped - to my smoking nine
I grabbed her hand! Led her running
Through the door out to my ride
We were crossing on the border
Fore the sun began to rise
And it is a place
We all want to go
When we're down
In Mexico

We holed up in Tulsa
For a while there life was sweet
I was living on her loving
She gave me all I could eat
Then one night when I was working
She was lonely, called her ma
It didn’t take the trouble long
To find out where we were
They came out of the darkness
They rose up like holy death
She fell into their funeral fire
I escaped by a bare hairs breadth
And it's place
We all want to go
When we're down
In Mexico

And there’s a smoking Señorita
With lips of pepper red
She can take you up to heaven
But she’ll leave you lying dead
Yeah! It’s the place
We all want to go
When we're down
In Mexico