Karaoké Mexicali Blues Bob Weir & Grateful Dead

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 I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen

And a damn good case of the Mexicali blues

Yeah

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

'Cos 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

Go on my friend

Do anything you choose

Now I'm payin' for those happy hours

I spent there in her arms

With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues

Yeah

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

'Cos thinkin' and drinkin' are all

I have today

And then a man rode into town

Some thought he was the law

Billy Jean was waitin' when he came

She told me he would take her if I didn't use my gun

I'd have no one but myself to blame

I went down to those dusty streets

Blood was on my mind

I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news

'Cos I shot first and killed him

Lord he didn't even draw

And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues

Yeah

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When he lets a woman hold him in her hands

He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark

Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands