If you're down in acuna and you ain't up to being alone

Don't spend all your money on

Just any honey that's grown

Go find the mexican blackbird

And send all your troubles back home

They all call her puta 'cause

No one really knows her name

She works the cantina dancing and a-loving's her trade

Her mama was mez'can and

Her daddy was the ace of spades

Oh let's drive that old chrysler down to mexico boy

Said keep your hands on the wheel there

Oh it sure is fine ain't it

Now ya got it Hand me another one

Of them brews from back there

Oh this is gonna be so good

Mm she's hot as a pepper but smooth as a mexican brew

So head for the border and put in an order or two

The wings of the blackbird will spread like an eagle for you

Oh one more time