Mexico, Tequila and Me - Alan Jackson

Whoa, aw, yeah
I'm docking out, I'm loading up
Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway 'bout to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy
Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be
And 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, just Mexico, Tequila and me
Yeah, there's Mexico, tequila and me, that's all

Well, I'm tired of the rat-race, even tired of her sweet face
Sick of what I'm supposed to be
I need a little time to vegetate my mind
Escape from my reality
Just Mexico, tequila and me
That's right

I'm not entirely unhappy, 'cause sometime's life's crappy
Make me wanna stop and run
Take a three-day breather, sip a Margarita
Drift away beside the sea
Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah yeah

Well, my baby wants to hold me
Boss, he wants to scold me, momma won't quit calling me
The bank they want the payments
Sometimes they just can't take it
Got to find a place where I feel free
Just Mexico, tequila and me, ah-ha

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway 'bout to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy
Rolling through the levees 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, just Mexico, tequila and me
Yeah, Mexico, tequila and me, that's all
Just Mexico, tequila and me, aw, yeah

Yeah, a little sand, a little sun, a little sangria, baby
Buenas noches