Two thousand miles from the Mexican Border, long I have travelled, far I have roamed.
Two thousand more from the Boss he did order, breaking my back, missing my home.
Missing my love whilst dreaming of pastures, much greener than any road I've been on.
My amigo's and I can't move any faster, so I must keep on travelling on.

I am a Mule on an endless road, chasing the sunset, miles untold.
Heading south to the land of the sun, where the people are free and tequila does flow.
I've wrote many love songs whilst out on this journey, pretending to sing them to my loved one back home.
Serenading señorita in Columbian moonlight, is still just a dream, I must keep travelling on.

The deserts are dry and the borders are long, I don't feel any closer, whilst still singing this song.
My amigo's and I still hope home will be waiting, through the dark open valleys and the harsh desert stones.
Haunted by ghosts that we've past on our way, who tell us we're hopeless and we won't find a way.
I can still feel your arms wrapped around me so tightly, I dream of it nightly, I must keep travelling on.