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I see the lightning From the storm down in Mexico I see my speedometer doesn't work I cross the desert Disappear into the tumbleweeds I tip the bottle and bite the lime I hear the thunder From the storm down in Mexico I leave the border far behind I feel the dust coat my teeth And turn my face to mud I tip the bottle and bite the lime There is no moral to this story at all Everything I tell you Very well could be a lie Been away from the livin' Don't need to be forgivin I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine to come alive I feel the wind blow From the storm down in Mexico Gasoline for another hundred miles I cross the river And leave my shoes up on the other side I leave the border far behind There is no moral to this story at all Everything I tell you Very well could be a lie Been away from the livin' Don't need to be forgivin I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine to come alive I feel the rain drops From the storm down in Mexico Truck will go no further Out of gas I cross the desert With the lizard and rattlesnake There is no moral to this story at all Everything I tell you Very well could be a lie Been away from the livin' Don't need to be forgivin I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine to come alive