Into The Sun

Mrs. Citarra, owe me forty dorrars 
Pull weeds out her yarra today 
She pay me tomorra, ten dorrars I borra 
Put gas in my carra, okay 
And she drove away into the sun 
She felt that her life was no fun 
So she went on the run 
Into the sun, into the sun 
Mrs. Citarra crawled out from the barra 
Fell in her jaguara and cried 
She drove very fara from Mr. Citarra 
'Cause he was a horra she hide 
And she drove away into the sun 
She felt that her life was no fun 
So she went on the run 
Into the sun, into the sun 
Mr. Citarra Drove home his ferrara 
He shot under parra today 
She'd took credit carda, I say me so sorra 
Pay me forty dorrars, okay 
And she drove away into the sun 
She felt that her life was no fun 
So she went on the run 
Into the sun, into the sun 
Looking for fun, into the sun