[Intro]
F  C  N.C.
C


[Verse 1]
C                                            F                C
I was hangin' 'round in Brooklyn town with a settle-down type girl
                             G7
Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world
    C                                F              Fm
And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots
   C              Am                    G             C
He paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lot


[Chorus]
C                    Am      F
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
     C                    G7
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
    C                                        F                Fm
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be
        C   F   G       C
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me


[Verse 2]
C                                  F                C
So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first
                                G7
I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her
   C                               F
We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections?"
    C                                   G   C
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47


[Chorus]
C                  Am      F
Guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
     C                    G7
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
    C                                        F                Fm
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be
        C   F   G       C
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me


[Guitar Solo]
C    F  C  G


[Fiddle Solo]
C  F  C Am G C


[Guitar Solo]
C    F  C  G


[Pedal Steel Solo]
C   F   C  G  C


[Bridge]
C                                 F             C
I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there
                              G
I knew that she was rich, but how, I didn't care
         C                                     F             Fm
When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine
    C                 Am             G              C
She took off with the Federales, and I took all the blame


[Chorus]
C                    Am      F
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
          C                          G
From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree
    C                                  F          Fm
And love said, "Go to hell," and now I can't ever leave
        C   F   G       C
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me


[Outro]
        F       G       C
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me