Roger Creager, Radney Foster
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There's a warm breeze blowing from the South
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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 I know well there.
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You can drink and breathe in the sea air,
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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
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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 Mexico, but 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 Mexico.
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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.
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Bridge
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It's a place of Senoritas and where Mariachis sing.
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I know happiness abounds there.
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It's a place where I'll soon be.
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Chorus
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Long Way to Mexico
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Roger Creager |