LETTERS FROM TIJUANA

©Kev Gray 2007 All Rights Reserved

 

Sitting by the window

Waiting for the postman every morning

My little blue friends are getting low

The shakes are coming on without warning

 

Letters from Tijuana donít take that long

You said that youíd be back in a while

It`s been six months, what`s a man to do

Where are youmy love

Where are you my love

 

Ten grand of my cash to blow, El Farmacioís ole face gonna glow

When he see you walking through that door

Wheelchair bound, but Iím good to go

As soon as you come home from Mexico

 

And its three times a day, that I write you Love Letters

But they never come, they never come, from you

Maybe it`s true what they say

That Iím fool not to forget you

But this fool waits, this fool waits,

In vainÖ

 

Woke up on the doorstep,

the postman had some bills for me this morning

I had a dream of you my love

A dream of you my love

I think youíre sister moved away, your Mama too, they didnít say

Hope they`re doing fine

So Iím sitting here prayin` you`re coming soon

Got a hot date with my favourite spoon

After you that is, my love

 

And its three times a day, that I write you Love Letters

But they never come, they never come, from you

And it`s true what they say

That Iím a fool not to forget you

But this fool waits, this fool waits,

In vain.

 

 

 


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