Mexicali Moonshine

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Mexicali MoonshineWe were two days from shoreleave, shinin' shoes in our bunkstalkin' 'bout which whiskey, best got a sailor drunkDan said this French waitress, served him some from a keghe woke up scared n shakin', next to her hairy legsI said "that runs close second", pulled two gold teeth from my mouthsaid that hombre's punch just tickled, cos I was already outthen I told them a secret, 'bout my last package from homeyeah, smuggled in a bottle, of truckstop colognewas Mexicali moonshinefrom just below the borderlinemade from cactus water n cornpowdered mushrooms and mesquite thornsserved in adobe cantinasmakes Cuervo taste like Zimamy brain cells ain't on my mindwhen I drink Mexicali moonshinewe learned that Baja whiskey, has more than one good useit not only dulled our senses, it shined up our shoeswhen I got back from shoreleave, with presents for the guysmy CPO asked me why, my bag was full of Old Spiceit was Mexicali moonshinefrom just below the borderlinemade from cactus water n cornpowdered mushrooms and mesquite thornsit puts cigarband wedding ringson lotsa Spanish sweet thingsmy brain cells ain't on my mindwhen I drink Mexicali moonshine(c)2007 Robert George