Here's your song, and by the way, I aint no hick, I'm a Bull rider Verse 1: please Verse 3: Henry got to Mexico and turned his truck around He's talkin' with the man who has it growin' from the ground Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see How he's gonna drive like that is not too clear to me Chorus Verse 4: Sunday afternoon Tijuana is a lovely town The bullfights bring the tourists and their money flowin' down The border guards are much too busy there at five o'clock Henry's truc (guitaretab.com)