Grateful Dead - Henry Lyrics
Every year along about this time it all goes dryNothing round for love or money that'll get you high.Henry got pissed off and he run to MexicoSee if he could come back holdin' 29 keys of Gold.Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeedAnd it isn't any better if you haven't any weed.Henry struggled to hold it straight on twisty mountain roadsFifty people waitin' back in hopes for Henry's load.chorus:Now he's rolling down the mountain goin' fast, fast, fastAnd if he blows it this one's going to be his lastRun to Acapulco to turn the Golden KeyHenry keeps the brakes on for this corner if you please.Henry got to Mexico and he turned his truck aroundTalkin' with the man who has it growin' from the groundHenry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even seeHow he's going to drive like that it's not clear to me.CHORUSSunday afternoon, Tihajuana is a lovely townBullfight brings the tourist in, their money flowing downBorder guards are much too busy there at 5 o'clockHenry truckin' right on through, he hardly even stopped.CHORUS