(Erin Enderlin & Jim Brown)

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 Cozumel, 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 cantina with a sign hangin' sayin'
Somethin' in Spanish 'bout "Let the good times roll."
Between the sandy beaches and the margaritas
Thought I'd fine 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 started 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:
Here I sit with a drink in my hand
Local cantina with a sign hangin' sayin'
Somethin' in Spanish 'bout "Let the good times roll."
Between the sandy beaches and the margaritas
Thought I'd fine a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico.

Between the sandy beaches and the margitas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico...