Won't you come along with me To a land I know Just take Route 90 Down to Mexico Fly over California This land we love Everything looks tiny From so high above Into Arizona We'll float along We'll cross the desert To old Tucson Then over the state line To New Mexico On our wooly bully Yippee ay ay yo We'll ride into Texas The biggest state I know See the cattle lolling On the range below To the gulf of Mexico We're gonna go Where the little shrimp boats Look like toys below Where the Rio Grande flows To where I was born Down below the border One Christmas morn Aren't you glad you came with me So here we go Flying over the border To old Mexico
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