Winters are grey in Tennessee
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That don't usually get to me
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But here lately I've bin missin' the sun
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So I caught a plane to cousin Lille
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Thought a, weekend in that salty air would do me good
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At least I thought it would
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[CHORUS]
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Here I sit with a drink in my hand
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Local canteena with a sign hanging sayin'
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Something in Spanish bout
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Let the good times roll
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Between the sandy beeches and the margaritas
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Thought I'd find a way to let you go
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But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
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Your memory didn't come around.
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No not until the sun went down
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And I startin' wishin' I had you to hold
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It's a feelin that just won't fade
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Even a thousand miles away
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I still want you back: with every glass
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[CHORUS]
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[Instrumental]
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Between the sandy beeches and the margaritas
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I thought I'd find a way to let you go
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But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
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Not Enough Tequila
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| Terri Clark |
