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