(kent m. robbins/jim messina)



Up in the city it's crazy and concrete cold

Living life at the speed of light leaves dark in your soul

When every minute's got a heart attack in it

It's time to leave it alone

So i don't think we're gonna beat this postcard home



We're down to the worm in the bottle

The chips and the salsa are gone

Now we know why j.t. sang "oh mexico"

We're two days south of the border

Feeling too good to care why

These mexican minutes get longer and longer

As the days goes by



We're dropping our worries

And pickin up español

Down here the sunsets are red

The tequila is gold

Life is sublime here on mexican time

They've got something we need to learn

If we don't show for a while

Don't be concerned



We're down to the worm in the bottle

The chips and the salsa are gone

Now we know why j.t. sang "oh mexico"

We're two days south of the border

Feeling too good to care why

These mexican minutes get longer and longer

As the days goes by



We're down to the worm in the bottle

The chips and the salsa are gone

Now we know why j.t. sang "oh mexico"

We're two days south of the border

Feeling too good to care why

These mexican minutes get longer and longer

As the days goes by



These mexican minutes get longer and longer

As the days go by


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