Between you and this Mexican rum, I’m gonna fall

El Passo lady, you’re driving me crazy

In a language I don’t understand, you said it all.

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Dusty ol’ Juarez, on the Old Rio Grande

It sure is hand, if you need a friend

I don’t belong here, your dark eyes keep warning

I’ll leave in the morning but for now, please let me in.

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Oh, oh, oh, Carmen, I’ve had too much tequila

Between you and this Mexican rum, I’m gonna fall

El Passo lady, you’re driving me crazy

In a language I don’t understand, you said it all.

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Crossing over the border, stepping over the line

Drunk on yesterday’s wine and still feeling the flame

The guitars keep playing a song that I’ve never heard

Without saying a word, you keep calling out my name.

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Oh, oh, oh, Carmen, I’ve had too much tequila

Between you and this Mexican rum, I’m gonna fall

El Passo lady, you’re driving me crazy

In a language I don’t understand, you said it all

The day that we were married
The people shook my hand
They said we two were now as one
And me a lucky man

Wanted us to be
Until the day you told me
We’d be three

Then we began the waiting
And made our little jokes
You couldn’t look at monkeys
And I gave up my smokes

You prophasized he’d be a boy
And look a lot like me
Lord but I was proud
That we’d be three

One night the endless days of waiting
All came to an end
You woke me from my restless sleep
And said we must go in

The sun won’t rise on any day
Again like that for me
The day had come when
Two would soon be three

I smoked an endless burning chain
Of bitter cigarettes
I must have walked a thousand miles
With fear in every step

Two long days and two long nights
That I refused to sleep
And they were losing hope
That we’d be three

The preacher came, the doctor came
And said I must be brave
I remember saying
It was more than I could take

Now what’s the world to do with
Any crazy man like me
A lonely one who wanted
To be three

Capo 3 – Key of F

Lost my pickup in a card game in New Orleans
Lost my girl to a stranger in L.A.
Left my dreams in a motel in Atlanta
And I guess I lost my mind along the way

Can’t you see I’m dyin’ on my feet
Walkin’ to my grave, too gone to weep
These old memories is tearin’ up my mind
They’re just dreams of a dreamer gone blind

The bright lights have gone away for the good times
This old yearning in my soul chills my brain
The ashes of my years have been scattered
By the laughter, wine and life of yesterday

Chorus

These old memories is tearin’ up my mind
They’re just dreams of a dreamer gone blind