One More Promise Soaked In Rye Whiskey

One More Word That Bites The Dust On Some Bar Room Floor

I'm The Man Who Travels 'round Doing...

Hey, We Don't Talk About That

I'll Get The Favor Done For You

No One Will Ever Know



Then I'll Run To Mexico



Cold As Stone My Eyes Fall On Another

Just Another Name That's Runnin' Through My Mind

At Your Request I'll Do Whatever You Require

You Give Me The Light, I Supply The Fire



Then I'll Burn For Mexico



Pretty Senorita, She Lies To Me

Smiles Sweetly In The Morning When I Wake Up Cold Sweating

'Cause Some Day I'll Be In The Sights



One More Call When Someone Finds A Target

Only Guarded Whispers Never Mentions Names

Money On The Line Will Be Just Fine...

You'll Never Be Involved

And Even If A Clue Shows You'll Never Know



'Cause I'll Be In Mexico