Bad Company

I took a trip down to Old Mexico
I was lookin' for some fun and laughter

I met a woman said gimme your money
And I'll show you everything your after

I was taken to a sleazy room
And she handed me a Mexican cocktail

When I woke up in the mornin' light
I was a locked in the county jail

I was broke
I was busted
I was broke
I was busted

Paid the man some to set me free
And I headed for the borderline

Cross the frontier and I drove like the devil
Tryin' to get back to the shack that was mine

Pull over son' said the man with the gun
I believe your breakin' the law

Open the trunk and my heart just sunk
I knew they gotta had it for sure

I was broke
I was busted
I was broke
I was busted

I was broke
Mama mama I was busted
I was broke
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama

Improv' and guitar out'.

Written by RALPHS, MICK
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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