Robert Earl Keen Jr - My new life in old mexico

^AI crossed the Mississippi, turned s^F#mouth at San Anton ^EA bowie knife, a woolen coat, a g^Drip bag on my ^Aarm ^AIt's all somebody needs to m^F#make it through the land ^EWalk the night, travel light, cr^Doss the Rio G^Arande ^F#mSomeone strums a mandol^Din, s^Aoft gulf breezes bl^Eow ^AMy new life is w^Daiting in o^Eld Mexi^Aco ^AI was once a married man ^F#mlivin' peacefully ^EHard to say exactly when the d^Devil blinded m^Ae ^ABut there was some confusion when my s^F#mweet wife left this world ^EDarker times, drunken crimes, a d^Dead young working g^Airl ^F#mLeft a jailer there in Ca^Droline, wat^Aching me from down ^Ebelow ^AMy new life is w^Daiting in ^Eold Me^Axico ^F#mLivin' in the s^Dhadows ^F#m Runnin' from my f^Dame Bl^Aowin' where the w^Dind blows Where ^Dno one knows my n^Eame ^AIn the El Vaquero Bar in the ^F#mtown of Eagle Pass ^EMoments from my freedom warm ^Dwhiskey in my gl^Aass ^ASome boracho took me for the ma^F#mn who stole his wife ^EHe went for his forty-four as ^DI reached for my k^Anife ^F#mHe never fired a second ^Dshot he was^A just too sl^Eow ^AMy new life is w^Daiting in o^Eld Mex^Aico ^AI hear of hidden harbors s^F#mouth of Mazatlan Where^E cool spring mountain waters meet the warm^D Pacific s^Aun ^AI pray the miles I've traveled and ^F#mall the sins I bear ^EBurn away like mornin' fog and va^Dnish in the ai^Ar ^F#mMiles beyond the border n^Dow, but ma^Any miles to g^Eo ^AMy new life is ^Dwaiting in o^Eld Mex^Aico ^AMy new life is ^Dwaiting in o^Eld Mex^Aico