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Roger Creager, |
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Radney Foster |
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There's a warm breeze blowing from the |
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South so I need to get going. |
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The palm trees and the beaches call my name. |
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There's a bar that |
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I know well there. |
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You can drink and breathe in the sea air, lay in the sun and dance in the rain. |
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The kind of place where everyone knows your name. |
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Chorus I've got music on the stereo, |
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Bluebonnets on the passing road. |
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It's a long way to |
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Mexico, but |
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I'm going there tonight. |
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Line the Margaritas up. |
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I'm doing 90 in my pick-up truck. |
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It's a long way to |
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Mexico. I know about this out-of-the-way place. |
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You can disappear without a trace. |
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Leave the world behind if only for a while. |
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You could just get rolling see the winding road |
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Unfolding feeling better with every passing mile. |
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Even the getting there makes me smile. |
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Chorus. Bridge |
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It's a place of |
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Senoritas and where |
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Mariachis sing. |
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I know happiness abounds there. |
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It's a place where |
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I'll soon be. |
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