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Winters are gray in Tennessee
That dont usually get to me
But here lately Ive been 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
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 Id find a way to let you go
But theres not enough tequila in Mexico
Your memory didnt come around
No not until the sun went down
And I startin wishin I had you to hold
Its a feelin' that just wont fade
Even a thousand miles away
I still want you back with every glass
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 Id find a way to let you go
But theres not enough tequila in Mexico
Between the sandy beeches and the margaritas
I thought Id find a way to let you go
But theres not enough tequila in Mexico
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