Tim McGraw lyrics

Margie said, "Roy you ain't listening to me, and I got a whole lot more to say." Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys She ain't seen or heard from him to this day And that's why god made Mexico A place where we can lay low And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow And the warm wind blows That's why god made Mexico And Betty fixed Joe dinner every night half past six 'cause thats when he'd roll through that door Sixteen years and not a thank you from his lips (hah) She don't fix him dinner no more And that's why God mad Mexico A place where we can lay low Where the Cuervo goes down nice and slow And the warms winds blow That's why God made Mexico Life is sweet in a border town You learn to let your hair down And you don't make trouble You learn to dance the fandango You change your name and you change your face Get used to beans and chili paste And you learn to live and love life in the slow lane And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low Maybe Monterey or Acapulco Anywhere the warm winds blow Don't you know That's why God made Mexico That's why God made Mexico Get This Ringtone

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