My clock keeps me company
It's so much trouble to keep up the pace
And it's so confusing to live for your money
I'm running around with the rat race

And if I wasn't such a cheap whore, a bore
Satisfied with the things in my life
I'd be in Chimayo, Chimayo tonight

In old New Mexico
They got a song that goes slow and easy
And the Indians, my friends, they say
It's okay if I'm lazy

And if I wasn't such a cheap whore, a bore
Putting up with the big city blues
I'd be in Chimayo tonight, I got nothing to lose

In Chimayo I've heard
The streets are dirt, the people eat chili and beans
And they don't care if you're wanting to share
If you know what I mean

And if I wasn't such a cheap whore, a bore
In this imitation of life
I'd be in Chimayo, Chimayo tonight