Four score and thirty dirty socks ago I stepped off the train in ol Mexico And all I had on me when I stepped off that train were the blues Now I got a guitar all tattooed with decals Little black book with the names of some sweet gals Who loved me to sleep by the light of that Mexico moon But leavin aint in your feet, its in your veins If you aint got it in your blood, youll never catch a train Or feel the pain that comes from leavin A shaky ol train just acrossin the border And here I sit, singin a song to the porter Bout a blueeyed gal that I loved back in Carolin Carolin So Josie, if you happen to be lookin out your window You might see me comin up the road and who knows If you want me to, Ill stay a little longer this time But leavin aint in your feet, its in your veins If you aint got it in your blood, youll never catch a train Or feel the pain that comes from leavin Aint in your feet, its in your veins If you aint got it in your blood, youll never catch a train Or feel the pain that comes from leavin Aint in your feet, its in your veins If you aint got it in your blood, youll never catch a trainYou might also like
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