| 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
|
| Rolling through the levee’s 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
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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 |