Mexico, Tequila And Me

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