• Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand
    Watching 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 that 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 damned good case of the Mexicali blues

    Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
    When the devil wants to take it all away
    Cherish well your thoughts, keep a tight grip on your booze
    'Cause thinking and drinking are all I have today

    She said her name was Billie Jean and she was fresh in town
    I didn't know her stage-line ran from hell
    She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold
    And all the french perfume you'd care to smell
    She took me up in to 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

    And then a man rode in to town, some thought he was the law
    Billie Jean was waiting when he came
    She told me he would take her if I didn't use my gun
    And 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
    'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord he didn't even draw
    And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali blues (note 1)

    Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
    When he lets a woman hold him in her hands
    You just might find yourself out there on horseback in the dark
    Just riding and running across those desert sands