Henry

Lyrics: John Dawson
Music: John Dawson

Every year along about this time it all goes dry
Nothing round for love or money that'll get you high
Henry got pissed off and said he'd run to Mexico
See if he could come back holdin' twenty keys of gold

Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed
And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed
Henry's drivin' hard and straight on twisty mountain roads
Fifty people waitin' back at home for Henry's load

Chorus
Now he's rolling down the mountain goin' fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it this one's going to be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry keep the brakes on for this corner if you please (note 1)

Henry got to Mexico and he turned his truck around
He's talkin' to the man who has it growin' from the ground
Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see
How he's going to drive like that is not clear to me

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Sunday afternoon, Tijuana is a lovely town
Bullfights bring the tourists and their money flowing down
The border guards are much too busy there at five o'clock
Henry's truckin' right on through, he hardly even stopped

[chorus]

Henry put your mind on your driving if you please
Henry put the brakes on for this corner if you please