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