Mexican-American country singer Johnny Rodriguez dies aged 73
Country music star Johnny Rodriguez, a popular Mexican-American singer best known for chart-topping hits in the 1970s, including I Just Can't Get Her Out Of My Mind, Ridin' My Thumb To Mexico and That's The Way Love Goes, has died aged 73.
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