Lyrics:

Saturday, last September
In a jailhouse, I remember
Well, I got caught with a-too much soul
Well, I'll tell you, I was bringing it a-back from Mexico
Yes, I was bringing it back from Mexico
Bring it on down


Tell you about a night of nice lights and pretty faces
We're trippin' you out to where the place is
Lord, I pumped you up and I let you go
Yeah, I said you're flyin' right back from Mexico
You hear me cry
I said you're flyin' right back from Mexico
Flyin' on down


Well, across the border is where you'll get her
And said the wine's good but it ain't no better
Well, I think I'm gettin' somethin' go
Hear me cryin'
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
Oh, man!
Send me back to my baby!
Yeah