Mexican Jail (feat. The 615 House, Thomas Mac & Cooper Alan)

Hey, tell 'em 'bout it, T-Mac

Me and some buddies were working down around Lubbock
Looking for something to do
Somebody had the bright idea to cross the border and have us a few

It all started off with some cold Coronas
Tequila, salt, and lime
Four señoritas in an El Camino
Wanted to have a good time

You can say that you've been all around the world
And you got a lot of stories to tell
But I'll bet you next month's rent that you've never spent
A weekend in Mexican jail
Ay, ay, ay, ay, if you can't make bail
It's a weekend in Mexican jail

Well, we all piled in, left the cantina
Behind us in a cloud of dust
She was driving so fast, we didn't even notice
The blue lights chasing us

He showed me the badge, said something in Spanish
Whatever it was, it wasn't good
And all I remember were those handcuffs clicking
And my face on a dusty hood

You can say that you've been all around the world
And got a lot of stories to tell
But I'll bet you next month's rent that you've never spent
A weekend in Mexican jail
Ay, ay, ay, ay, if you can't make bail
It's a weekend in Mexican jail

Hey, you got somebody play something
Hey, Trey, I'm a little short on pesos. You get this next round?
Hey, tell 'em what happened, Trey

Yeah, south of the border looks warm in pictures
But believe me, the nights get cold
But if you go, don't run off with the Federales' daughter
'Cause you might not make it home
Yeah, unfortunately, I know
(I can vouch for that)

You can say that you've been all around the world
And got a lot of stories to tell
But I'll bet you next month's rent that you've never spent
A weekend in Mexican jail
Ay, ay, ay, ay, if you can't make bail
It's a weekend in Mexican jail

What do y'all say we come back next weekend?
I don't think Trey will let us
Can't believe y'all left me here