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Well I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana |
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Halfway bound to New Orleans |
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Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy |
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Rolling through the levee's trying to get to where I wanna be |
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When I'm looking back at Texas |
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That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease |
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Check my life there at the border |
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Everything over my shoulder |
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Just Mexico, Tequila and me |
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Yeah, there's Mexico, Tequila and me |
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That's all. |
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Well I'm tired of the rat-race |
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Even tired of her sweet face |
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I'm sick of what I'm supposed to be |
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I need a little time to vegetate my mind |
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Escape from my reality |
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Just Mexico, Tequila and me |
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That's right. |
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I'm not entirely unhappy |
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'Cause sometime's life's crappy |
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Make me wanna stop and run |
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Take a three day breather, sipping Margarita |
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Drift away beside the sea |
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Just Mexico, Tequila and me |
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Ah yeah. |
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Well my baby wants to hold me |
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Boss he wants to scold me, momma won't quit calling me |
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The bank they want the payments |
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Sometimes they just can't take it |
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Got to find a place where I feel free |
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Just Mexico, Tequila and me |
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Ah ha. |
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Well I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana |
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Halfway bound to New Orleans |
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Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy |
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Rolling through the levee's trying to get to where I wanna be |
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When I'm looking back at Texas |
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That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease |
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Check my life there at the border |
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Everything over my shoulder |
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Just Mexico, Tequila and me |
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Yeah, Mexico, Tequila and me |
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That's all, just Mexico, Tequila and me |
