True, I wasn't born anywhere south of the border

And I'm not a native to old Mexico

But there's someone there fits my heart as though made to order

And it's fittingly proper through these eyes that love her so



If I could just write it of as just mere fascination

Then the problems we face would die where they are and not grow

But my will's not contained in the thoughts little minds now are thinking

Oh, I'm on my way to old Mexico



There are those who will shame us by openly showing rejection

But the game must be played in accordance to how the cards fall

And my life's not dependant on their kind of narrow affection

For the choice between them would be no choice at all



So the sound of the rails to my ears will be sweet, sweet music

The longer I hear it, the shorter the time we're apart

Soon I will see the span of the Old Rio Grande lay before me

And the land that gave birth to the girl who now holds my heart



I'll be ridin' these same rails in the not too distant future

Life will be so complete for in this very seat soon I know

There'll be two and not one, for love's will shall be done, good Lord willin'

Oh, I'm on my way to old Mexico

To old Mexico

To old Mexico