Not Enough Tequila

Winters are gray in
TennesseeThat don’t usually get to me
But here lately
I’ve been missin’ the sun
So I caught a plane to cousin
LilleThought 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 I’d find a way to let you go
But there’s not enough tequila in
MexicoYour 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
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
MexicoBetween 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