Every year along about this time it all goes dry Nothing round for love or money that'll get you high. Henry got pissed off and he run to Mexico See if he could come back holdin' 29 keys of Gold. Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed. Henry struggled to hold it straight on twisty mountain roads Fifty people waitin' back in hopes for Henry's load. chorus: Now he's rolling down the mountain goin' fast, fast, fast And if he blows it this one's going to be his last Run to Acapulco to turn the Golden Key Henry keeps the brakes on for this corner if you please. Henry got to Mexico and he turned his truck around Talkin' with the man who has it growin' from the ground Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see How he's going to drive like that it's not clear to me. CHORUS Sunday afternoon, Tihajuana is a lovely town Bullfight brings the tourist in, their money flowing down Border guards are much too busy there at 5 o'clock Henry truckin' right on through, he hardly even stopped. CHORUSThese lyrics stolen from http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mleone/dead-lyrics.html and attributed to Jerry Stratton (jerry@teetot.acusd.edu)
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