Recorded Monday April 3, 2017 at Dave Coleman's Howard's Apartment Studio in Nashville, Tennessee. Written by Lance Taylor and Albert T. Beck on June 3, 2016 in Pensacola, Florida.
lyrics
All along the border there wont be no very high wall
Before they even build it we're going to make it fall
I know it now, can see it somehow, there won't be no damn wall at all
All along the border, there won't be no very high wall
We like tacos and we like rice and beans
Margaritas, senoritas and southwest desert scenes
You can't keep 'em out no not like that
We like that spice and know where it's at
We like tacos and we like rice and beans
Oh but the press keeps talking 'bout that stupid freakin' orange man
He says the "Mexicans are rapists!", he's gonna stop 'em he's got a plan
He says he's gonna build a big ol' wall
gonna make them rapists pay for it all
but we don't need to listen to that stupid freakin' orange man
Oh but this wall got us all starting to worry now
Wake up and smell the chorizo it ain't gonna happen no how
We said no how, we meant no way, not now, not any day
Oh but this wall got us all starting to worry now
We have ways that have stoop up to the test of time
Legals and illegals have all crossed that line
She said "bring us your tired, bring us your poor,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore"
All along the border, there won't be no very high wall
credits
from Ghost On The Highway,
released April 22, 2017
Lance Taylor on electric rhythm guitar, tremlo guitar and vocals
Dave Coleman on electric lead guitar and tambourine
David Ray on drums
Paul Slivka on bass guitar
Zach Vinson on organ
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