every once in a while i do drift homewards sometimes i drive sometimes i just dream 400 miles and six hard pushing hours to check on a life that is just out of reach i think of a child sleeping by open windows two miles away there s this bar on a hill playing cojunto into the small hours it drifts cross the plowed fields and his window sill i like the sound of a mexican bass run i like the feel that it puts in my bones sometimes i wonder how i ever got here i m just tryin to get home i traded rattlers and scorpions for roaches and wide open spaces for a job that pays good now as i sit here in traffic in stressville i wonder if i m being paid what i should i like the sound of a mexican bass run i like the feel that it puts in my bones sometimes i wonder how i ever got here i m just tryin to get home i think of a girl and i can see her face plain and dark eyes in moonlight but her name just escapes i ll never forget the feel of the first time does it surprise you to hear me say i like the sound of a mexican bass run i like the feel that it puts in my bones sometimes i wonder how i ever got here i m just tryin to get home  oh i ve got this friend he s a lawyer in dallas i ve got this friend he s a lawyer in dallas his folks grow potatoes out panhandle way he talks of bob wills and playboys and turkey off come his wing tips and boots take their place and he likes the sound of a western swing bass run he likes the feel that it puts in his bones sometimes he wonders how he ever got here i think he s tryin to get home oh i like the sound of a mexican bass run i like the feel that it puts in my bones sometimes i wonder how i ever got here i m just tryin to get home yeah we like the sound of a bass run we like the feel it puts in our bones sometimes we wonder how we ever got here how the hell are we gonna get home