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Young Dan fixed cars, before they put him away
Now heâs in for a drink each morning, like a train on a rail
Well I love that man, but I would not call him a friend
And in the afternoon, itâs the Cantina Crawl again.
Pete Number 2, smoked like a borrowed car
And swore black-n-blue, about some Fâing mother-in-law
I found him dead as a rat, early on a Saturday night
Smoked all his cigarettes, and walked out into the light.
Old Doc John, he got a job cleaning hospital floors
Got shot more than once, and blown up in a war
Sings Dean Martinâs Everybody Loves Someone
Heâs as stubborn as a Sunday, but I swear he cries for the one.
Pete Number 1, once killed an Elvis fan
A long drive and one tape, was more than he could stand
He never said as much, but I could see it in his smile
And when he laughs too hard, it almost sounds like a cry.
Now I ainât no saint, I donât put no money away
So Iâll wait and Iâll wait and Iâll wait, wait for the day
When I can rob them all, for their beer money and some more
Go to another state, doing the Cantina Crawl.
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- Mexico City