From the storm down in Mexico
 I see my speedometer doesn't work
 I cross the desert
 Disappear into the tumbleweeds
 I tip the bottle and bite the lime
 I hear the thunder
 From the storm down in Mexico
 I leave the border far behind
 I feel the dust coat my teeth
 And turn my face to mud
 I tip the bottle and bite the lime

 There is no moral to this story at all
 Everything I tell you
 Very well could be a lie
 Been away from the livin'
 Don't need to be forgivin
 I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
 to come alive

 I feel the wind blow
 From the storm down in Mexico
 Gasoline for another hundred miles
 I cross the river
 And leave my shoes up on the other side
 I leave the border far behind

 There is no moral to this story at all
 Everything I tell you
 Very well could be a lie
 Been away from the livin'
 Don't need to be forgivin
 I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
 to come alive

 I feel the rain drops
 From the storm down in Mexico
 Truck will go no further
 Out of gas
 I cross the desert
 With the lizard and rattlesnake

 There is no moral to this story at all
 Everything I tell you
 Very well could be a lie
 Been away from the livin'
 Don't need to be forgivin
 I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
 to come alive