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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