The Mexican

Livin' on a gun
Dreams of Santa Ana
Fighting in the sky

Drums so loud from outside
Makes it hard to dream
A rain is falling hard and fast
Makes it all seem real

Morning, come morning
A dude's gotta have his share
Morning and morning
Said he must be there

Morning, sad morning
What a joke, and I cried
And I cry, cry, cry, cried

Morning, sad morning
Mexican

Lady waiting
Dude come on home
Santa Ana's losing
You'll be first to go

Sam Houston's laughing
David Crockett too
When Ana takes the Alamo
The first to go is you

Morning, come morning
A dude's gotta have his share

Morning, sad morning
Heaven will be there
Morning, sad morning
What a joke
And out loud
Ha ha ha ha ha ha