Grandma's 80th - April in Eronga!

GLAD TO BE IN MEXICO AGAIN

by David Farrelly (the bamboo poet)

Well, I board a bus in Frisco for the border,

in Mexicali, catch the evening train…

Now we’re sliding out the station

to glide across the nation,

God, I’m glad to be in Mexico again!

#(chorus) I’m glad to be, I’m glad to be,

Glad to be in Mexico again!

That Baja is mighty bald and dusty,

and Sonora sure could use a year of rain;

but with a little practice

some can learn to love that cactus,

God, I’m glad to be in Mexico again!

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Oh, the train was in the station in Los Mochis
and I was in the baño for the men,

when this gringo with a goatee

up and offered me peyote

God, I’m glad to be in Mexico again.

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Left the train to bus down to the beaches

past a town in Nayarit named Matanchen.

And I met a dozen locos

on the Playa de Los Cocos,

God, I’m glad to be in Mexico again!

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Well, I aint some Holy Pope or Dalai Lama –

a common mortal dwells beneath my skin.

and I met this sizzling mama

frying fish in Aticama,

God, I’m glad to be in Mexico again!

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I see lights of fishing boats out on the ocean,

light in the east means dawn is coming in…

and the surf’s long crashing motion

has been such a moonlit lotion,

God, I’m glad to be in Mexico again!

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When I was born, God meant to make a gringo,

and I think he nearly managed with my brain.

But I've got a Latin heart

beating in me from the start,

God, I’m glad to be in Mexico again.

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Well, you may not know tortillas from sombreros;

don’t forget amigo is the word for "friend".

Then when you get back home I reckon

ties’ll bind but beans’ll beckon

and you’ll long to be in Mexico again.