About the song
“The Seashores of Old Mexico” is a poignant ballad by the legendary **George Strait**, a master of traditional country music. Released in 2005 as part of his album “Somewhere Down in Texas,” this song stands out as a testament to Strait’s ability to weave compelling narratives through his music. It’s a story of escape, longing, and the search for solace in the vast, untamed beauty of the Mexican coastline.
Strait’s delivery is characteristically understated, yet profoundly moving. His rich, resonant voice captures the weariness of a man seeking refuge from a troubled past. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a journey southward, a flight from the pressures of life, towards the promise of tranquility and anonymity. The “Seashores of Old Mexico” become a metaphor for a place where one can leave behind the burdens of the past and find a sense of peace.
The song’s melody, simple yet evocative, complements the narrative perfectly. It’s the kind of tune that lingers in the mind, stirring up feelings of nostalgia and a yearning for simpler times. The instrumentation is classic Strait, with a blend of acoustic guitars, gentle percussion, and subtle steel guitar accents, creating a soundscape that is both intimate and expansive.
“The Seashores of Old Mexico” is more than just a country song; it’s a reflection on the human condition, the universal desire to escape, to find a place where one can heal and start anew. It’s a song that resonates with anyone who has ever felt the need to leave it all behind and seek solace in the beauty of nature.
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Lyrics
I left out of Tucson with no destination in mind
I was runnin’ from trouble and the jail term, the Judge had in mind
And the border meant freedom, a new life, romance
And that’s why I thought I should go
And start my life over on the seashores of old Mexico
My first night in Juarez, lost all the money I had
One bad senorita made use of one innocent lad
But I must keep on runnin’, it’s too late to turn back
I’m wanted in Tucson, I’m told
Yeah, and things will blow over on the seashores of old Mexico
Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can’t say
Let me ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay
Down through Durango, Colima, Almiera
Then in the Manzanillos
Where I slept in the sunshine on seashores of old Mexico
After one long siesta, I came wide awake in the night
I was startled by someone who shadowed the pale moonlight
My new-found companion, one young senorita
Who offered a broken hello
To the gringo she found on the seashores of old Mexico
She spoke of Sonora and swore that she’d never return
For her Mexican husband, she really had no great concern
‘Cause she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo
That’s all I needed to know
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Mexico
Yeah, she loved the gringo, my red hair and lingo
That’s all I needed to know, ha-ha
Yeah, I found what I needed on the seashores of old Mexico
