We left out of Tucson with no destination in mind We were runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind And the border meant freedom, a new life and romance And that's why we thought we should go And start our life over on the seashores of old Mexico Our first night in Juarez we lost all the money we had One bad señorita made use of two innocent lads But we must keep on runnin' it's too late to turn back And we're wanted in Tucson we know And things'll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can't say Let us ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay Down through Durango, Colima, Almiera Then in the Manzanillos Where we slept in the sunshine on the seashores of old Mexico After one long siesta we came wide awake in the night We was startled by someone who shadowed the pale ole moonlight Our new-found companion, one young señorita Who offered a broken hello To the gringo she found on the seashores of old Mexico She spoke of Sonora and swore that she'd never return For her Mexican husband she really had no great concern But she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo And that's all that I needed to know Yeah, we found what we needed on the seashores of old Mexico