True I wasn't born anywhere south of the border and I'm not a native to old Mexico   But there's someone there makes my heart as though may to order   And it's fittingly proper through these eyes that lovers show   If I could just write it off as mere fascination   Then the problems we face would die where they are and not grow   But my will's not contained in the thoughts little minds now are thinking   Oh I'm on my way to old Mexico   There are those who will shame us by opening showing rejection   But the game must be played in accordance to how the cards fall   And my life's not dependant on their kind of narrow affection   For the choice between them would be no choice at all   So the sound of the rails to my ears will be sweet sweet music   The longer I hear it the shorter the time we're apart   Soon I will see the span of the old Rio Grande lay before me   And the land that gave birth to the girl who now holds my heart   I'll be ridin' these same rails in the not too distant future   Life will be so complete for in this very seat soon I know   There'll be two and not one for love's will shall be done good Lord willin'   Oh I'm on my way to old Mexico to old Mexico to old Mexico