This Is My Year For Mexico

Recorded by Crystal Gayle

Written by V. Matthews

You no longer notice [C] if I'm wearing per-[G] fume

I seldom hear a lover's word from [D] you

Your [G] attention's wrapped up [C] in the mornin' [G] paper

And I feel a restless [D] yearn for somethin' [G] new.

We used to whisper love across the nighttime

Now we never whisper nor recall

Our love is left upon the shelf of winter

Where the sunlight never touches it at all.

It's a [D] habit for us to be to-[G] geth-[G7] er

We [C] sit and watch the dead'ning [D] shadows [G] go

Ev'ry day last year I [C] left for Cali-[G] fornia

This is my [D] year for Mexi-[G] co.

Your back is turned to me while you are leaving

I close my eyes while I pretend to go

>From the road I hear the sound of passing traffic

Some of them are bound for Mexico.