Santy Anna

1. Oh, Mexico, my Mexico, Heave away, Santy
Anno! Oh, Mexico, my Mexico, All along
the plains of Mexico.
2 The ladies there, oh, I do adore,
3 Where I began my lifelong store.
4 Now, the girls are pretty with their long black hair.
5 Oh, in Mexico where I do belong,
6 I've found my señora right there!
7 Now, Mexico, you know what you are.
Oh, Mexico, well you know what you are.
8 You've loved me dear and you've taught me well!
9 Now, I'd love to be in Sannajooves tonight.
10 Now, really it seems only to be, etc.
11 With my tight-waisted girl, don't you see?
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