Ex-Pat Dan in the San Miguel Square Lyrics

14 stories high, watching the money flowin' by

Dan knew he had to try to make it his

He never owned a gun, but he found himself on the run

He said, ain't this some fun, it is what it is

Things rarely go as planned, but you can bet

this is the place to go if you're not ready to make a final stand

He knew they'd probably count, and that they'd find the wrong amount

Just like the sermon on the mount, you take 'em for what they're worth

He thought he'd feel the shame, the guilt you find within the game

Like the angel in the name, he sent his prayers from earth

Things rarely go as planned, but you can bet

this is the place to go if you're not ready to make a final stand

Ex-Pat Dan in the San Miguel Square rubs his eyes and prays to disappear

He says, I wonder how did I get here

I say, how did we get anywhere

Expat Dan with his Mexican tan and American beer

He wired the funds from Arkansas to a shell in Panama

Named the whole thing for his ma, and then he hopped a freight

And now he counts his rosary beads on his lover's widow's weeds

Sinless in thoughts, if not in deeds, underneath Bajio heat

Should they find the dog tags in Guanajuato dirt

As far as he's concerned, no one got hurt

Last I heard, there was a hassle in the square

Silviana saw it all, but she says she couldn't swear

That crazy gringo tried to tell me he's a millionaire

But you can't trust just any drunk these days

And I don't know, but I've been told

Rich men round here don't grow old

Silviana's scent, it grew so cold

Somewhere south of San Andres

Things rarely go as planned, but you can bet

this is the place to go if you're not ready to make a final stand

And now his only problem is the ice cream on his shirt

He thanks his lucky stars, no one got hurt

Ex-Pat Dan in the San Miguel Square rubs his eyes and prays to disappear

He says, I wonder how did I get here

I say, how did we get anywhere

Ex-Pat Dan with his Mexican tan and American beer

Three stories high, watching life crawling by

Dan knew he had to try to make it his

He repented for his lies, sitting under cathedral spires

Honoring the southern skies, glad to not be missed

Ex-Pat Dan in the San Miguel Square rubs his eyes and slowly reappears

I say, how did we get anywhere

He says, thank God I wound up here

Ex-Pat Dan with his Mexican tan and American beer

He slowly comes to understand, year by year