Mexico, Tequila And Me

Whoa, aw, yeah

I'm docking out, I'm loading up

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana

Halfway 'bout to New Orleans

Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy

Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be

And I'm looking back at Texas

That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease

Check my life there at the border

Everything over my shoulder, just Mexico, Tequila and me

Yeah, there's Mexico, tequila and me, that's all

Well, I'm tired of the rat-race, even tired of her sweet face

Sick of what I'm supposed to be

I need a little time to vegetate my mind

Escape from my reality

Just Mexico, tequila and me

That's right

I'm not entirely unhappy, 'cause sometime's life's crappy

Make me wanna stop and run

Take a three-day breather, sip a Margarita

Drift away beside the sea

Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah yeah

Well, my baby wants to hold me

Boss, he wants to scold me, momma won't quit calling me

The bank they want the payments

Sometimes they just can't take it

Got to find a place where I feel free

Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah-ha

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana

Halfway 'bout to New Orleans

Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy

Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be

When I'm looking back at Texas

That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease

Check my life there at the border

Everything over my shoulder, just Mexico, tequila and me

Yeah, Mexico, tequila and me, that's all

Just Mexico, tequila and me, aw, yeah

Yeah, a little sand, a little sun, a little sangria, baby

Buenas noches