G G C D

G Went down to Mexico,
  I drove my black El Camino
C I met up with an old gringo
D He showed me round, and said to call him Joe.
G I was there about a week or so,
  Wound up in the general hospital,
C Joe said don't drink the water no more,
D How the hell was I supposed to know?

G G C D x2

G Drove up to San Diego
  Saw a sign for Mission Beach
C And so, went out deep into the ocean,
D Saw a shark and had a stroke.
G Back in the ambulance I go,
  Had a dream about a girl I used to know,
C She said "I got to warn ya 
D 'Bout Mexico and California."
A 
C She said "I got to warn ya 
D 'Bout Mexico and California."
A
oh yeah

C She said "I got to warn ya 
D 'Bout Mexico and California."

G Earthquakes and sharks to start us off,
  If Chupacabras ain't enough,
C Black widow spiders and killer bees,
D There ain't no shade there ain't no trees.
G hot desert heat, polluted air,
  There's traffic jams beyond compare.
C That's all I got to warn ya 
D 'bout Mexico and California
G
G Woke up and said I got to go,
  Doc said "Relax, just take it slow."
C I tried to argue, but don't you know,
D Bout California and Mexico?
G Right then, the doctor hit the floor,
  The building shook, it shook some more,
C I looked down at him and swore,
D "You son of a bitch! I told you so!"

G Earthquakes and sharks to start us off,
  If Chupacabras ain't enough,
C Black widow spiders and killer bees,
D There ain't no shade, there ain't no trees.
G Hot desert heat, polluted air,
  There's traffic jams beyond compare.
C That's all I got to warn ya 
D 'Bout Mexico and California

G Earthquakes and sharks to start us off,
  If Chupacabras ain't enough,
C Black widow spiders and killer bees,
D There ain't no shade, there ain't no trees.
G Hot desert heat, polluted air,
  There's traffic jams beyond compare.
(silent) That's all I got to warn ya 
         'Bout Mexico and California

A Earthquakes and sharks to start us off,
  If Chupacabras ain't enough,
D Black widow spiders and killer bees,
E There ain't no shade, there ain't no trees.
A Hot desert heat, polluted air,
  There's traffic jams beyond compare.
(silent) That's all I got to warn ya 
         'Bout Mexico and California

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