That's Why God Made Mexico

Margie said, "Roy, you ain't listening to me And I've got a whole lot more to say" Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys And she ain't seen or heard from him to this day And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow And the warm wind blows That's why God made Mexico And Betty fixed Joe dinner every night at half past six 'Cause that's when he rolled through that door For sixteen years and not a thank you from his lips She don't fix him dinner no more And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low Where the Cuervo goes down nice and slow And the warm winds blow That's why God made Mexico 'Cause life is sweet in a border town You learn to let your hair down And you don't make trouble You learn to dance the Fandango You change your name, maybe change your face Get used to beans and chilli paste And learn to live and love life in the slow lane And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low Maybe Monterey or Acapulco Anywhere the warm winds blow Don't you know That's why God made Mexico That's why God made, made in Mexico