Video Musik

Video Musik

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Performer
Andy Leftwich
Andy Leftwich
Fiddle
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Acoustic Guitar
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Gary Prim
Gary Prim
Piano
Greenwood Hart
Greenwood Hart
Acoustic Guitar
Hoot Hester
Hoot Hester
Fiddle
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jim Hoke
Jim Hoke
Harmonica
Jim Vest
Jim Vest
Steel Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Michael Severs
Michael Severs
Dobro
Robbie Flint
Robbie Flint
Slide Guitar
Tommy Harden
Tommy Harden
Drums
John Wesley Ryles
John Wesley Ryles
Background Vocals
Tania Hancheroff
Tania Hancheroff
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Producer
John Kelton
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Travis Humbert
Travis Humbert
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lance Van Dyke
Lance Van Dyke
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Wilkinson
Chris Wilkinson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Hank Williams
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer

Lirik

Woo!
Oh yeah!
I'm talkin' out, I'm lookin' up
Well I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway bound to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leanin' on my Chevy
Rollin' 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, 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 s'posed 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
Makes me wanna stop and run
Take a three day breather, sippin' Margaritas
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 callin' me
The bank they want a payment
Sometimes I just can't take it
Gotta find a place where I feel free
Just Mexico, Tequila and me
Aw, huh
Well I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana
Halfway bound to New Orleans
Yeah, I'm leanin' on my Chevy
Rollin' 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 little sand, little sun, little Sangria baby
Buenas noches!
Written by: Alan Jackson
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