Poor boy from the backwoods
Thought I never would find my way
Sweet girl, straight from downtown
Where I was just another face
They said that we should steer clear of each other
Matches and gasoline nothin but trouble
Said we’d never make it
But you ain’t seen nothing yet
Oh
We’re just getting started
Southbound for the border
Somewhere no one knows our names
But I know when I hold ya
Imma love ya till the grave
Take in the sunset in Ole Mexico
Running and loving our way down the coast
Nothing to lose cuz with you I am home
Here we go