Lyrics:

Saturday of last September
In a jailhouse I remember
Well, I got caught with a-too much soul
Well, I tell you, I was bringing it back from Mexico
Yeah, so I was bringing it back from Mexico
A-bringing on down

Tell you about spanish lights and a-pretty faces
We trippin' round to where the place is
Load, I pumped you up and I let you go
Well I sent you flying right back from Mexico
You hear me cry
I sent you flying right back from Mexico
Flyin' on down

Well, across the border is where you'll get her
I said the wine is good but it ain't no better
Well I think I'm gettin something gold
Hear me cry
I'm gonna bring it back to you from Mexico
Yeah, I'm gonna bring it back to you from Mexico
Bring it on down

Yeah, bring it on down