Regrets

Well I rode into town and I looked around, their really weren’t nothing much to it. A church, a few stores, what looked like a whore, and a few old crumbling hovels. But there on the edge, a place I could drink and try not to think. You know I weren’t looking for trouble.

You know that’s the way Mexico is
Beauty and dirt
And a whole world of hurt
It’s here I decided to roam

So, down in a cantina again, trying to make a señorita my friend.
She had black eyes that shone like the sun, and i told her I wanted some fun.
She smiled and looked in my eyes, so gorgeous I wanted to cry.
So I bought her a drink, and she liked me I think, so I stayed there and bought her another.
It wasn’t too long, a man came along. He said he was her brother. No problema, I said, I’m just here to make friends. He said bien, and introduced me to some of his hombres. You know I thought i was dead, but sometimes it’s just how it goes.

You know that’s the way Mexico is
Beauty and dirt
And a whole world of hurt
It’s here I decided to roam

It’s not the first time it’s happened to me, most men would just let it be.
Go back to the states, admit their mistake, and go on with the life they had led.
But I need a bit more, the mistakes I’ll ignore and pray that my dreams will come true.
But although I will try, (I’ll never know why) to go to the cantina again, maybe make a new friend, and all the while pretend that she’s you.

You know that’s the way Mexico is
Beauty and dirt
And a whole world of hurt
Where I decide to be alone

So I’m back in the cantina again, and finally I found me a friend. Thinking I’ll give up my ways, take her back home, and hope for a better day.