| Seashores Of Old Mexico | RIV-459 |
| Ted Clements |
[Sides face, Grand Square]
I left, out of Tucson, with no destination in mind.
I was runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had assigned.
4 Girls Promenade, go one time around
Get back home, Swing that man and Promenade
And I’ll start my life over on the seashores of old Mexico.
After one long siesta, I came wide awake in the night.
I was startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight.
. . .
My new-found companion, one young senorita, aglow
She spoke of Sonora and swore that she'd never return,
For her Mexican husband, she really had no great concern.
. . .
Yeah, we found what we needed on the seashores of old Mexico.
Heads pass the ocean, Girls you trade
Recycle her and pass thru
Step to a wave, swing thru
Boys run right, bend the line
A right and left thru, turn the girl tonight
You pass the ocean here, Recycle around
Swing the corner promenade
Yeah, an' things 'll blow over on the seashores of old Mexico.
2) Where I fell a sleep on the seashores of old Mexico.
3) Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Mexico.
4) Yeah, she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo, you know
In Old Mexico