Grateful Dead - 08 - Mexicali Blues (Lyrics) Studio Version

All rights reserved to WMG 1974 Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand, Watchin flies and children on the street, And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile, There’s a little boy who wants to shine my feet. And it’s three days ride from bakersfield and I don’t know why I came. I guess I came to keep from payin dues. So instead Ive got a bottle and a girl whos just fourteen, And a damn good case of the mexicali blues. yeh! Is there anything a man don’t stand to lose, When the devil wants to take it all away? Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze, Cause thinkin and drinkin are all I have today. She said her name was billy jean and she was fresh in town. I didn’t know a stage line ran from hell. She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold, All the french perfume you’d care to smell. She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear,