Robert Earl Keen - My new life is waiting 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 a^Arm ^AIt's all somebody needs to ^F#mmake it through the land ^EWalk the night, travel light, c^Dross the Rio Gr^Aande ^F#mSomeone strums a ma^Dndolin, s^Aoft gulf breezes b^Elow ^AMy new life is w^Daiting ^Ein old Mexi^Aco

^AI was once a married man li^F#mvin' peacefully ^EHard to say exactly when the d^Devil blinded m^Ae ^ABut there was some confusion when my s^F#mweet

^EDarker times, drunken crimes, a d^Dead young working g^Airl ^F#mLeft a jailer there in Car^Doline, wa^Atching me from down b^Eelow ^AMy new life is wai^Dting ^Ein old Mexi^Aco

^F#mLivin' in the sha^Ddows ^F#mRunnin' from my fa^Dme Bl^Aowin' where the w^Dind blows Where ^Dno one knows my n^Eame

^AIn the El Vaquero Bar in the t^F#mown of Eagle Pass ^EMoments from my freedom warm wh^Diskey in my gl^Aass ^ASome boracho took me for the m^F#man who stole his wife ^EHe went for his forty-four as ^DI reached for my k^Anife ^F#mHe never fired a second s^Dhot h^Ae was just too sl^Eow ^AMy new life is wa^Diting i^En old Mexic^Ao ^AI hear of hidden harbors s^F#mouth of Mazatlan Where^E cool spring mountain waters meet the w^Darm Pacific s^Aun ^AI praythe miles I've traveled and a^F#mll the sins I bear ^EBurn away like mornin' fog and v^Danish in the a^Air ^F#mMiles beyond the border n^Dow, b^Aut many miles to ^Ego ^AMy new life is wai^Dting i^En old Mexic^Ao

^AMy new life is wai^Dting i^En old Mexic^Ao