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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Strings
Billy Strings
Vocals
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Programming
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Pedal Steel Guitar
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Composer
Austin Post
Austin Post
Composer
Chase McGill
Chase McGill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Producer
Andrew Boullianne
Andrew Boullianne
Assistant Recording Engineer
Collin Reynolds
Collin Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Grant Morgan
Grant Morgan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Trent Woodman
Trent Woodman
Recording Engineer
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Studio Personnel

Lyrics

I was hangin' 'round in Brooklyn town with a settle-down type girl Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots He paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lot I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections?" Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47 Guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there I knew that she was rich, but how? I didn't care When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine She took off with the Federali, and I took all the blame I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree And love said, "Go to hell," and now I can't ever leave So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Writer(s): Richard Chase Mcgill, Ryan Vojtesak, Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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