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Living On Refried Dreams    (1994)

Last Monday morning, you left with no warning,
I started going insane
Well, I headed south out of Del Rio, Texas,
With a hell of a load on my brain.

I kept on going, without even knowing
How much your love really means.
Now I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams.

I'm down here in Mexico, sick as a dog.
My head is pounding in this border town fog.
Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams.
I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.

This picture ain't pretty, I'm ragged and dirty
And wondering what I'm doing here
Shooting tequila, wantin' to kill ya
And wishin' to God you were near

So full of your memory, but feeling so empty,
I've run out of my self-esteem.
Now I'm messed up in Mexico
Living on refried dreams.

I'm down here in Mexico, sick as a dog.
My head is pounding in this border town fog.
Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams.
I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.

I'm down here in Mexico, sick as a dog.
My head is pounding in this border town fog.
Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams.
I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.

Oh, I'm stuck here in Mexico, living on refried dreams.

Lyrics by Jim Foster and Mark Bradley Petersen.
Recorded by Tim McGraw.

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