El Paso

I like El Paso...the heat, the dust, the heat, I like the cars and the hats the cops wear, cowboys in a rusty B movie, but most of all I like the people, the janitors and doctors and newsreaders, who don't care if they're American, Mexican or both... and the bars are cool, so cool... some smell of menthol and others like a clean latrine, but that's OK..it's alright and I don't judge, and the girls are single and friendly and they like you 'cos your'e tall and white, with dollars and tooled brown boots but most of all I like the warm wind that blows in sweet guitar music and shimmering light from across the big bridge, tussleing the hair of the janitors and doctors and newsreaders, who don't know if they're American, Mexican, or both.