Here's your song, and by the way, I aint no hick, I'm a Bull rider Verse 1:

^GEvery year along about this ^Ftime it all goes ^Gdry Nothin' that for love or money ^Fthat'll get you ^Ghigh ^CHenry got pissed off and said he'd ^Grun to Mexico See if he could come back haulin' ^Ftwenty keys of ^Ggold

Verse 2: Now the road to Acupulco is very hard indeed And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed Henry's drivin' hard and straight on twisted mountain roads Fifty people waitin' back at home for Henry's load Chorus:

And now he's ^Drollin' down the mountain goin' ^Cfast, fast, ^Gfast And ^Dif he blows it this one's gonna ^Cbe his ^Glast Come to Acupulco, ^Creturn the golden ^Gkeys ^CHenry keep your ^Gbrakes on for this ^Fcorner if you ^Gplease

Verse 3: Henry got to Mexico and turned his truck around He's talkin' with the man who has it growin' from the ground Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see How he's gonna drive like that is not too clear to me Chorus Verse 4: Sunday afternoon Tijuana is a lovely town The bullfights bring the tourists and their money flowin' down The border guards are much too busy there at five o'clock Henry's truckin' right on through, he hardly even stopped Chorus

New Riders of the Purple Sage - Henry