She took off my shirt and threw it on the ground
The mezcal had my head & heart spinning around
Ain't bein' held in no Mexican jail
She said her father, the judge, was on his way
But he'd believe anything she had to say
Ain't bein' held in no Mexican jail
Her brown eyes & brown hair were muy bonita
But I loved my freedom much more than Juanita
Ain't bein' held in no Mexican jail
