Lyrics
Gonna throw away my winter clothesI'm headin' south to Mexico
If I don't leave now I'll never go
South to Mexico.
He was a one-eyed jack-of-all-trades
I met him there in east LA
He was making his living the hard way
Cash at the end of the day
Now his hair was long, his body tan
He carried the scars of Viet Nam
And he lived in a beat-up Chevy van
He was a little old
Now I was a clerk in Saigon
Long before the war went wrong
But deep in the Delta they sang a different song
And Joe's eyes were cold
Some men never adjusted to the light of day
Joe was a little bit that way
So he was saving his money in east LA
'Til he could run away
Gonna throw away my winter clothes
I'm headin' south to Mexico
If I don't leave now I'll never go
South to Mexico