Letras The Rosarita Beach Café - Warren Zevon

The Rosarita Beach Café

With Tennessee sour mash whiskey on my breath\nRosalie, Suzy, and Lucy on my mind\nI drove my old car down\nDusty streets of this old border town\nI never thought I’d get stuck here such a long long time\nI’ve got a million-dollar bill and they can’t change it\nThey won’t let me leave until my tab is paid\nSo I might as well settle down here\nAnd buy the house another round\nSend my mail to the Rosarita Beach Cafe\nIt was one of those hot dry dime-a-dozen Mexicana days\nWhen I fell through the door of the Rosarita Beach Cafe\nAnd I got myself a table with a view of the breakers and the bay\nAnd another cold Dos Equis on the way\nI’ve got a million-dollar bill and they can’t change it\nThey won’t let me leave until my tab is paid\nSo I might as well settle down, yes\nAnd buy the house another round\nSend my mail to the Rosarita Beach Cafe\nWell I soon fell in with thugs and thieves\nAnd gamblers from the beach\nAnd the devil himself suggested an all-night game\nBut the night winds came along\nLike some dark-eyed senorita’s song\nAnd blew my straight flush out across the waves\nI’ve got a million-dollar bill and they can’t change it\nThey won’t let me leave until my tab is paid\nSo I might as well settle down, yes\nAnd buy the house another round\nSend my mail to the Rosarita Beach Cafe