Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erin Enderlin
Erin Enderlin
Lead Vocals
Jeneé Fleenor
Jeneé Fleenor
Fiddle
Adam Chaffins
Adam Chaffins
Bass Guitar
Holly McCubbin
Holly McCubbin
Harmony Vocals
Rachel Loy
Rachel Loy
Bass Guitar
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Harmony Vocals
Megan Jane
Megan Jane
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erin Enderlin
Erin Enderlin
Songwriter
James Randall Brown
James Randall Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Chmielewski
Aaron Chmielewski
Mixing Engineer
Amy Brown
Amy Brown
Mastering Engineer
Justin Courtelyou
Justin Courtelyou
Recording Engineer

Songteksten

Winters are grey 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
Here I sit with a drink in my hand
Local cantina with a sign hanging sayin'
Something in Spanish bout
Let the good times roll
Between those 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
Here I sit with a drink in my hand
Local cantina with a sign hanging sayin'
Something in Spanish bout
Let the good times roll
Between those sandy beeches and the margaritas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
Between those sandy beeches and the margaritas
Thought I'd find a way to let you go
But there's not enough tequila in Mexico
No, there’s not enough tequila in Mexico
Written by: Erin Enderlin, James Randall Brown
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