Winters are grey in Tennessee

That don't usually get to me

But here lately I've bin missin' the sun



So I caught a plane to cousin Lille

Thought a, weekend in that salty air would do me good

At least I thought it would



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Here 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 I'd find a way to let you go

But there's not enough tequila in Mexico



Your memory didn't come around.

No not until the sun went down

And I startin' wishin' I had you to hold



It's a feelin that just won't fade

Even a thousand miles away

I still want you back with every glass



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Between the sandy beeches and the margaritas 

I thought I'd find a way to let you go

But there's not enough tequila in Mexico