Juarez
He wears a blue suede cowboy hat
Got a Juarez women stretched out on his lap
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting 'round to die
You see, one border whorehouse it looks just like another
But he first came to this one with his father and his brother
Now, nobody cares one way or another
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting 'round to die
Well there's a plump woman, she's attending bar
He holds hands with another plump woman named Starr
Lays a twenty on the table by the pigs feet jar
Sings an old song
Song to himself
He sings waiting 'round to die
There's a beautiful woman
She wraps around his shoulder
Eyes painted like clay
Except colder
She says hell of a deal
ain’t it
Getting older
Waiting 'round to die
He sings waiting 'round to die
Waiting 'round to die
He sings waiting 'round to die
He thinks
Who in the world would write a song like that
Then the two plump women
Start laughing at his hat
So he pulls another twenty out
Just like that
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings waiting 'round to die
He wears a blue suede cowboy hat
Got a woman in her underwear sitting on his lap
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting 'round to die
He sings an old song
A song to himself
He sings waiting 'round to die
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