Tim McGraw - Refried Dreams текст песни

(jim foster/mark peterson)

(track 7 - time 2:46)

Last monday mornin you left with no warnin

I started goin insane

Well I headed south out of del rio, texas

With a hell of a load on my brain I kept on goin without even knowin

How much your love really means now Im messed up in mexico

Livin on refried dreams

Im down here in mexico sick as a dog

My head is poundin in this border town fog

Down to my last dime and comin apart at the seams

Im messed up in mexico

Livin on refried dreams

This picture aint pretty Im ragged and dirty

And wonderin what Im doin here

Shootin tequila wantin to kill ya

And wishin to God you were near

So full of your memory but feelin so empty

Ive run out of my self-esteem

Now Im messed up in mexico

Livin on refried dreams

Im down here in mexico sick as a dog

My head is poundin in this border town fog

Down to my last dime and comin apart at the seams

Im messed up in mexico

Livin on refried dreams

Im down here in mexico sick as a dog

My head is poundin in this border town fog

Down to my last dime and comin apart at the seams

Im messed up in mexico

Livin on refried dreams

Oh Im messed up in mexico

Livin on refried dreams