Žodžiai dainai: Doobie Brothers. Cycles. South Of The Border.

There's a town south of the border,
south of El Paso they say.
Where the nights are long and the winds are warm,
and the women they love to play.
In an old adobe tavern mescal flows like water.
And Rita will dance on your table so fine,
you are bound to place your order.

I don't have to think about it, I don't have to wonder.
Where I'm going to ride tonight;
I'll be riding down the highway south of the border,
south of the border...

As I ride into town and the dust settles down,
and the mariachi music is playing.
I buy me a room from a guy named Luis,
it's just up the stairs and it's waiting.

Downstairs Rita is dancing,
just the way her mother has taught her.
So I settle down for the show and a beer,
a'waitin' for that mother's daughter.

I don't have to think about it, I don't have to wonder.
Where I'm going to ride tonight; I'll be riding...

When the morning comes and I wake up
to the sounds of the people below.
There's a note on my bed that is easily read:
Buenos dias and a kiss when you go.

As I ride out of town with my face to the sun,
and the dust is trailing behind.
Soon I'll be back to this sleepy old town,
back where I know I can find...

I don't have to think about it, I don't have to wonder.
Where I'm going to ride tonight;
I'll be riding down the highway south of the border.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, south of the border.
South of the border.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, south of the border.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, south of the border.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, south of the border.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, south of the border.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, south of the border