Margie said Roy you ain't listening to me
And I got a whole lot more to say
Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys
And she ain't seen or heard from him to this day
And that's why God made Mexico
A place where we can lay low
And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
And the warm wind blows
That's why God made Mexico
And Betty fixed Joe dinner every night half past six
Cause that's when he'd roll through that door
Cause sixteen years and not a thank you from his lips
She don't fix him dinner no more
REPEAT CHORUS
Cause life is sweet in a border town
You learn to let your hair down
And you don't make trouble, you learn to dance the fandango
You change your name, and you change your face
Get used to beans, and chili paste
And you learn to live and love life in the slow lane
And that's why God made Mexico
A place where we can lay low
Maybe Monterrey or Acapulco
Anywhere the warm winds blow, don't ya know
That's why God made Mexico--o
(no chord)