Mexico, Tequila and Me - Alan Jackson

Well I’m out of Alabama, down to Louisiana

Halfway bound to New Orleans

Yeah, I’m leaning on my Chevy

Rolling through the levee’s 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, there’s Mexico, Tequila and me

That’s all

Well I’m tired of the rat-race

Even tired of her sweet face

I’m 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, sipping 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 bound to New Orleans

Yeah, I’m leaning on my Chevy

Rolling through the levee’s 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