Chris Young - Im headed your way

^GThey're coming across the border by the ^Cthousands everyday ^GLooking for a better life in the ^Cgood old U.S.A Well, ^Geverybody's talking about the ^Calians invading ^GWhile I'm saving every dime for a ^CMexican vacation ^EmMe, I'm headed ^Dyour way ^EmHasta luego,^D Jose

^GYou say “hola?^C??, I’ll say “hi” When I ^Gpass you at the border slap ^Cme a high five You ^Gbetter pack a poncho ‘cause i^Ct sure gets cold up here ^GMe, I’m headed south for ho^Ct women and cheap beer ^EmHere’s the keys to m^Dy Chevrolet You can ^Emhave the house and the ^Dbills I pay ^EmWelcome to the good ol??^D? U.S.A. ^C I’m headed you^Dr way, Jo^Gse (Cuervo that is, lil’ sunshine, some margaritas, Cabo San Lucas, maybe go see Chichinitza, I love that word)

^GUp here we work our asses off just ^Ctryin’ to get ahead ^GBut you can’t spend a dolla^Cr if you’ve worked yourself to death ^GFrom what I hear you way of ^Clife is an afternoon siesta ^GThen back to work for a little while ^Cfor an all night long fiesta ^EmMe, I’m heade^Dd your way ^Em Well sounds to me like a ^Dpretty fair trade

^GYou say “hola?^C??, I’ll say “hi” When I ^Gpass you at the border slap ^Cme a high five You ^Gbetter pack a poncho ‘cause i^Ct sure gets cold up here ^GMe, I’m headed south for ho^Ct women and cheap beer ^EmHere’s the keys to m^Dy Chevrolet You can ^Emhave the house and the ^Dbills I pay ^EmWelcome to the good ol??^D? U.S.A. ^C I’m headed you^Dr way, Jo^Gse (White sandy beaches, pesos and jalapenos, Palm trees, ocean breeze, ah man, Dos Equis)

^GYou say “hola?^C??, I’ll say “hi” When I ^Gpass you at the border slap ^Cme a high five You ^Gbetter pack a poncho ‘cause i^Ct sure gets cold up here ^GMe, I’m headed south for ho^Ct women and cheap beer ^EmHere’s the keys to m^Dy Chevrolet You can ^Emhave the house and the ^Dbills I pay ^EmMe, I'm kickin' back in ^Dthe Mexican shade ^C I’m headed you^Dr way, Jo^Gse (Yeah, I’m hittin’ the road, man, give me a little burro to ride on, you can have my car, that gas is killin’ me) Tell you what, I'll even say you uh, yeah I'll trade you my work boots for those sandles your wearin' No really, come on Jose gimme your sandles!)