Letras
If you're down in Acuña and you ain't up to feeling alone
Don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown
Go find the Mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home
Well now, they all call her puta 'cause no one seems to know her name
Ah, she works at cantinas, and dancing and a-loving's her trade
Her daddy was Mexican and her mama was a Jesus maid
Ah, hand me another one of them brews back there, alright
Well now, she's hot as a pepper and smooth as a Mexican brew
Ah, so run for your border and put in an order or two
The wings of the blackbird will be there spreading for you
Ah, no Paul, keep going, roll it up, yeah
Well if you're down in Acuña and you ain't up to feeling alone
Ah, don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown
Go find the Mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home
Ah, now the wings of the blackbird
Will send all your troubles back home