Tim McGraw

Tim McGraw - Refried Dreams

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Last Monday morning you left with no warning
I started going insane
Well, I headed South out of Del Rio, Texas
With a hell of a load on my brain 
And I kept on going without even knowing
How much your love really means 
Now I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams

I'm down here in Mexico sick as a dog
My head is pounding in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams
I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams

This picture ain't pretty I'm ragged and dirty
And wondering what I'm doing here
Shooting tequila, wanting to kill you
And wishing to God you were near
So full of your memory but feeling so empty
I've run out of my self-esteem
Now I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams

I'm down here in Mexico sick as a dog
My head is pounding in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams
I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams

I'm down here in Mexico sick as a dog
My head is pounding in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams
I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams
Oh, I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams
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Copyrights:

Author: Jim Foster, Mark Peterson

Composer: Jim Foster, Mark Peterson

Publisher: Curb Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: Not A Moment Too Soon (1994)

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