The Gulf Of Mexico
(Teddy Gentry, Robert Byrne)
I live to work and I work to live
Oh, but what I wouldn't give
For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach
Where the sand dollar is the only currency
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Why don't we go, to the Gulf of Mexico
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me; that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico
Right at fi ve o'clock today
I'll pick you up we'll drive away
I can almost feel the sand beneath my toes
I can almost see the sunburn on your nose
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Why don't we go, to the Gulf of Mexico
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me; that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico
Vamoose; let's go, to the Gulf of Mexico
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me; that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico