Lyrics:

(jim foster/mark peterson)

(track 7 - time 2:46)


Last monday mornin' you left with no warnin'

I started goin' insane

Well I headed south out of del rio, texas

With a hell of a load on my brain I kept on goin' without even knowin'

How much your love really means now I'm messed up in mexico

Livin' on refried dreams


I'm down here in mexico sick as a dog

My head is poundin' in this border town fog

Down to my last dime and comin' apart at the seams

I'm messed up in mexico

Livin' on refried dreams


This picture ain't pretty I'm ragged and dirty

And wonderin' what I'm doin' here

Shootin' tequila wantin' to kill ya

And wishin' to God you were near

So full of your memory but feelin' so empty

I've run out of my self-esteem

Now I'm messed up in mexico

Livin' on refried dreams


I'm down here in mexico sick as a dog

My head is poundin' in this border town fog

Down to my last dime and comin' apart at the seams

I'm messed up in mexico

Livin' on refried dreams


I'm down here in mexico sick as a dog

My head is poundin' in this border town fog

Down to my last dime and comin' apart at the seams

I'm messed up in mexico

Livin' on refried dreams

Oh I'm messed up in mexico

Livin' on refried dreams