I See The Lightning



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