Wheres my brown dog, where's my hound?
He liked my truck, he hung around,
But he's a canine Romeo
And I guess he went to Mexico.

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Where's that woman so sweet, so mean?
Her heart was cautious her mind was keen;
She was always looking for the peccadillo.
I hope she went to Mexico.

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They all went to Mexico.
Buenas dias, got to go.
Tengo que obedecer mi corazon.
They all went to Mexico.

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Where's December's happy crew
With German bikes and sidecars, too?
They take the truck south to St. Louis, MO,
Motorcycle all the way to Mexico.
Where's my luck, where's my grace?
Has it all been just a foolish chase?
Every time I hear that rainy chill wind blow
I think it might be time to head to Mexico.

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North Carolina Christmas for me. Family, friends and maybe a few cigars. You?
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