| Just a loudmouth yankee, I went down to Mexico
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| I didn’t have much time to spend, about a week or so
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| There, I lightly took advantage of a girl who loved me so
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| But I found myself a’thinking, when the time had come to go
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| What am I doing hangin' 'round?
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| I should be on that train and gone
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| I should be riding on that train to San Antone
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| What am I doing hangin' 'round?
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| She took me to the garden just for a little walk
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| I didn’t know much Spanish, and there was no time for talk
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| Then she told me that she loved me
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| Not with words, but with a kiss
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| And like a fool, I kept on thinking of a train I could not miss
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| What am I doing hangin' 'round?
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| I should be on that train and gone
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| I should be riding on that train to San Antone
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| What am I doing hangin' 'round?
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| Well, it’s been a year or so
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| And I wanna go back again
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| And if I get the money, well I’ll ride the same ol' train
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| But I guess your chances come but once
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| And boy, I sure missed mine
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| And still, I can’t stop thinking when I hear some whistle cryin'
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| What am I doing hangin' 'round?
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| I should be on that train and gone
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| I should be riding on that train to San Antone
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| What am I doing hangin' 'round?
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| What am I doing hangin' 'round… |