I might leave For Tijuana Mexico She left a will I took nothing but the soup bone Eight hundred pesos Crying in my pocket Going ahhhhhh The night came With a belly full of liquor Standing on the street Waiting for the mule To reinvent herself In the shape of a horse Or a zebra Going... All I need is a place to fall All I need is a place to fall I ended up In La Mesa on the border The kind of place They take the lambs to the slaughter Eight hundred Pesos No longer in my pocket crying Ahhhhhh I made bail Wiped the slate clean Mexico City no longer on my brain I found a little place to call home All I need is a place to fall All I need is a place to fall