Mexico

Winters are gray in Tennessee
That dont usually get to me
But here lately Ive been missin the sunSo I caught a plane to cousin Lille
Thought a, weekend in that salty air
Would do me good, at least I thought it wouldHere I sit with a drink in my hand
Local canteena with a sign hanging sayin
Something in Spanish 'bout, 'Let the good times roll'Between the sandy beeches and the margaritas
Thought Id find a way to let you go
But theres not enough tequila in MexicoYour memory didnt come around
No not until the sun went down
And I startin wishin I had you to holdIts a feelin' that just wont fade
Even a thousand miles away
I still want you back with every glassHere I sit with a drink in my hand
Local canteena with a sign hanging sayin
Something in Spanish 'bout, 'Let the good times roll'Between the sandy beeches and the margaritas
Thought Id find a way to let you go
But theres not enough tequila in MexicoBetween the sandy beeches and the margaritas
I thought Id find a way to let you go
But theres not enough tequila in Mexico