The Rosarita Beach Café

With Tennessee sour mash whiskey on my breath

Rosalie, Suzy, and Lucy on my mind

I drove my old car down

Dusty streets of this old border town

I never thought I'd get stuck here such a long long time

I've got a million-dollar bill and they can't change it

They won't let me leave until my tab is paid

So I might as well settle down here

And buy the house another round

Send my mail to the Rosarita Beach Cafe

It was one of those hot dry dime-a-dozen Mexicana days

When I fell through the door of the Rosarita Beach Cafe

And I got myself a table with a view of the breakers and the bay

And another cold Dos Equis on the way

I've got a million-dollar bill and they can't change it

They won't let me leave until my tab is paid

So I might as well settle down, yes

And buy the house another round

Send my mail to the Rosarita Beach Cafe

Well I soon fell in with thugs and thieves

And gamblers from the beach

And the devil himself suggested an all-night game

But the night winds came along

Like some dark-eyed senorita's song

And blew my straight flush out across the waves

I've got a million-dollar bill and they can't change it

They won't let me leave until my tab is paid

So I might as well settle down, yes

And buy the house another round

Send my mail to the Rosarita Beach Cafe