Winters are grey in Tennessee
That don't usually get to me
But here lately I've been missin' the sun
So I caught a plane to Cozumel
Thought a, weekend in that salty air would do me good
Ct least I thought it would
Here I sit with a drink in my hand
Local cantina with a sign hanging sayin'
Something in Spanish bout
Let the good times roll
Between those sandy beeches 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
Cnd 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 cantina with a sign hanging sayin'
Something in Spanish bout
Let the good times roll
Between those sandy beeches and the margaritas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
Between those sandy beeches and the margaritas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
No, there's not enough tequila in Mexico