Gilby Clarke - Tijuana Jail
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| Band name | Gilby Clarke |
| Song name | Tijuana Jail |
| Tab type | Lyrics |
| Added | 10/22/2009 |
| Size | 1.84 kb |
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Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion for this
Evening of oblivion Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it
Makes me lonely with the friends I never had Packing up my
Mustang cuz' this city has no heart, it sucks you in and spits
You out Patiently I'm seeking my destination is unknown, I
Followed the road down to Mexico
Sorry Mr.Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm just a lonely
Ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said
'senor you're not in Texas anymore' Send my love to my
Home but send my mail to a Tijuana Jail
Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my home, at least for
Now, it seems like forever Sleeping on the floor with the
Rats, crawling up my ass, I'm gonna kill that officer
Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge, on this side of
The border 20 pesos get you dead
He smiled and said 'senor I think I'll drink to your threats'
Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail
In my destitution suicides a solution, but I'm a gambler, and
I'm not cashed in The sun is going down and my problems
Will be solved by dawn, but not by justice I smelled liquor on
His breath, I knew this is my last chance, I begged give a
Dying man his last drink He handed me a glass with just the
Worm and he laughed I pulled a switch- blade from my boot
And shoved it in his throat
Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm a lonely ol'
Texas boy and I wanna get on home
He smiled and said 'senor you're not in Texas anymore'
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas Jail.
SONG INFO:
Gilby: Guitars, Lead vocals, his 65 stang's radio
Slash: Lead Guitar
Matt Sorum: Drums
Will Effertz: Bass
Eric Skodis: Harmony vocals, Percussion