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Winters are gray in Tennessee
That don't usually get to me
But here lately, I've been missing the sun
So I caught a plane to Cozumel
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 cantina with a sign hanging, saying
Something in Spanish 'bout "let the good times roll"
Between the sandy beaches and the margaritas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
Your memory didn't come around
No, not until the sun went down
I started wishing I had you to hold
It's a feeling 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 cantina with a sign hanging, saying
Something in Spanish 'bout "let the good times roll"
Between the sandy beaches and the margaritas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
Between the sandy beaches and the margaritas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico