Im Headed Your Way
Chris Young
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intro-G C G C VERSE 1G They're coming across the borderC by the thousands everydayG Looking for a better life in theC good old U.S.AG Well, everybody's talking about theC alians invadingG While I'm saving every dime for aC Mexican vacationEm D Me, I'm headed your wayEm D Hasta luego, Jose CHORUSG C You say “hola”, I’ll say “hi”G When I pass you at the border slapC me a high fiveG You better pack a poncho ‘cause itC sure gets cold up hereG C Me, I’m headed south for hot women and cheap beerEm D Here’s the keys to my ChevroletEm You can have the house and theD bills I payEm D Welcome to the good ol’ U.S.A.Continúa después del anuncioC D G I’m headed your way, Jose (Cuervo that is, lil’ sunshine, some margaritas, Cabo San Lucas, maybe go see Chichinitza, I love that word) VERSE 2G Up here we work our asses off justC tryin’ to get aheadG C But you can’t spend a dollar if you’ve worked yourself to deathG C From what I hear you way of life is an afternoon siestaG Then back to work for a littleC while for an all night long fiestaEm D Me, I’m headed your wayEm D Well sounds to me like a pretty fair trade CHORUSG C You say “hola”, I’ll say “hi”G When I pass you at the border slapC me a high fiveG You better pack a poncho ‘cause itC sure gets cold up hereG C Me, I’m headed south for hot women and cheap beerEm D Here’s the keys to my ChevroletEm You can have the house and theD bills I payEm D Welcome to the good ol’ U.S.A.C D G I’m headed your way, Jose (White sandy beaches, pesos and jalapenos, Palm trees, ocean breeze, ah man, Dos Equis) CHORUSG C You say “hola”, I’ll say “hi”G When I pass you at the border slapC me a high fiveG You better pack a poncho ‘cause itC sure gets cold up hereG C Me, I’m headed south for hot women and cheap beerEm D Here’s the keys to my ChevroletEm You can have the house and theD bills I payEm D Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shadeC D G I’m headed your way, Jose (Yeah, I’m hittin’ the road, man, give me a little burro to ride on, you can have my car, that gas is killin’ me) Tell you what, I'll even say you uh, yeah I'll trade you my work boots for those sandles your wearin' No really, come on Jose gimme your sandles!)