Henry

Every year along about this time it all goes dry Lookin' around for love or money better get you high Henry got the stuff and said he'd run to Mexico To see if he could come back, holdin' 20 keys of gold. Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed. Henry's drivin' hard and straight on twisting mountain roads Fifty people waitin' back at home for Henry's load. And now he's rollin' down the mountain road going fast, fast, fast. And if he blows it this one's going to be his last. Went to Acapulco and turned the golden keys. Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner, if you please. Henry got to Mexico and he turned his truck around He's talking with the man who has it growing from the ground. Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see How he's gonna drive like that is not too clear to me. And yet he's rollin' down the mountain road going fast, fast, fast. And if he blows it this one's going to be his last. Went to Acapulco and turned the golden keys. Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner, if you please Sunday afternoon Tijuana is a lovely town. The bullfight brings the tourists in, their money flowing down. Border guards are much too busy there at 5 o' clock. Henry's truckin' right on through, he hardly even stopped. And now he's rollin' down the mountain road going fast, fast, fast. And if he blows it this one's going to be his last. Went to Acapulco and turned the golden keys. Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner, if you please.