If you're down in Acuna and you ain't up to being alone
don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown
Go find the Mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home

They all call her her "puta" 'cause no one really knows her name
She works the cantina, dancin' and a-lovin's her trade
Her mama was Mez'can and her daddy was the ace of spades

Oh, let's drive that old Chrysler down to Mexico, boy
Said, keep your hands on the wheel there
Oh, it sure is fine, ain't it?
Now, ya got it! Hand me another one of them brews from back there
Oh, this is gonna be so good

Mm, she's hot as a pepper but smooth as a Mexican brew
So head for the border and put in an order or two
The wings of the blackbird will spread like an eagle for you

Oh, one more time,
can you roll me another Bull Durham, please?
Can't you do it with one hand, boy?