Brownsville

Stranded in Brownsville: A Tale of Broken Roads and Broken Trust
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Lyrics

I was on my way to Mexico

I was en route to Mexico

Passing through a little border town

Passing through a small border town

I was on my way to Mexico

Reiteration of heading to Mexico

When my '68 Mustang broke down

'68 Mustang broke down


Pushed it to a cheap motel parking lot

Pushed the car to a budget motel parking lot

Looking for someone to help me out

Seeking assistance in the town

People look at me like I've done them wrong

People judging unfairly, feeling accused

I've got trouble on my hands, without a doubt

Facing serious problems


Nowhere to go, no buses tonight

Stranded with no transportation options

Can't get a ride unless it's fer free

Unable to get a ride unless it's free

No shoes for walking, not a train in sight

Lacking suitable footwear and no trains available

The only person who I can trust is me

Self-reliance, trusting only oneself


Way down south by a Motel 6

In the southern part near a Motel 6

I'm passed out in a car that I can't fix

Unconscious in a broken car

I'd be dead if people's looks could kill

Feeling threatened by hostile looks

Cause I ended up stuck in Brownsville

Ended up trapped in Brownsville


I'm stuck in Brownsville

Stuck in Brownsville

With no way outta town

No means of leaving the town

Stuck dead in Brownsville

Completely stranded in Brownsville

Not a friendly soul around

No friendly individuals around


What did I do? It wasn't a crime

Questioning actions, insisting it wasn't a crime

We settled the score and had no regrets

Settled a dispute with no regrets

Said my sorries 'n' did my time

Apologized and served time, but not forgiven

Not good enough, they'll never forget

Unforgiving memories persist


Nowhere to go, no buses tonight

Stranded again with no transportation options

Can't catch a ride unless it's fer free

Unable to get a ride unless it's free

No walking shoes, not a train in sight

Still lacking suitable footwear, no trains

The only person who I can trust is me

Continued self-reliance, trusting only oneself


Way down south by a Motel 6

In the southern part near a Motel 6

I'm passed out in a car that I can't fix

Unconscious in a broken car

I'd be dead if people's looks could kill

Feeling threatened by hostile looks

Cause I ended up stuck in Brownsville

Remains trapped in Brownsville

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