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