Saturday, a last September
In a jail house I remember
Well, I got caught with too much soul
Well, I tell you what I was bringing it back from Mexico
Yes I was bringing it back from Mexico
I bring it on down Tell you about the nice lights and pretty faces
We're trippin' round to where the place is
Lord, I popped you up and I let you go
Well, I said you're flyin' right back from Mexico
You hear me cry
I said you're flyin' right back from Mexico
Flyin' on down Well, across the border is where you'll get her
They said the wine is good, but it ain't no better
Well, I think I'm getting something gold
Hear me cryin' I'll bring it back to you from Mexico
Yeah, I'll bring it back to you from Mexico
Bring it on down Help, bring it on down
Oh
Something back to me baby
Yeah