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REMEMBER THE ALAMO
On The Road With Merle 2017
Written by: Barry P. Foley
Copyright © 18 September 2001

Playing Texas playing one night stands, wound up in ole San Antone
Called up an old buddy to set in with me, only 60 miles from his home
Played that night to a sold out crowd, left them yellin’ for more
Walked back over to my hotel, right across from the Alamo

At the hotel bar were two young ladies, already two sheets to the wind
Big city gals who just flew into town, for some kinda convention
We closed the bar and got a bottle to go, headed up to my room
Continue the party with our new found friends, and pick a few more tunes

We sang Blame It On Mexico, Tequila Sheila, and Buffet‘s Margaretville
Our party ladies passed out on the floor, I guess they had their fill
When the tequila ran out, we hit that mini bar, as the sun was starting to show
We toasted the sun, with baby bottles rum and yelled, "Remember the Alamo“

My buddy said goodbye and headed home, with a story to suit his wife
Me and my lady headed to Mexico, for the party of our lives
We crossed the border at Nuevo Laredo, bought a bottle of cheap Mescal
Found a hotel room with the bar downstairs, serving cold Corona on tap

I sang Blame It On Mexico, Pancho and Lefty and whatever came to my head
She wanted to make up, for last night, she was wild and crazy in bed
We made love for a hour, she took a shower and told me she had to go
We toasted for fun and ate the Mescal worm and yelled, ‚ÄěRemember the Alamo“

I quit the road and settled down, put that crazy life behind
Opened me up a little music store and got married for the second time
Just last year a postcard came, from a New York Broadway show
With a lipstick print and just three words, "Remember the Alamo“

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