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

　　Ah yeah