Winters are grey in Tennessee That don't usually get to me But here lately I've bin 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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