Borderline Crazy    (2004)

These sixty-hour weeks without a vacation
I'm all mixed up and my body's aching
I talked to the doctor at the bar down the street
But all he could offer me was sympathy
Well, I finished my drink and got up to go
Everybody said goodbye, but I said adios

Got these blue-collar blues, and I can't sleep
Been counting Margaritas, yeah, instead of sheep
I close my eyes and all I see
Is a cloud of senoritas dancing 'round me
I don't think I'm losing my mind, but I'm thinking maybe
I might be borderline crazy

Well I drove past my exit going in to work today
And my mind once again went to Monterrey
I hear mariachi bands playing in my head
The less that I listen the louder it gets
I'm going to bed with my flip-flops on
I just might be too far gone

Got these blue-collar blues, and I can't sleep
Been counting Margaritas, yeah, instead of sheep
I close my eyes and all I see
Is a cloud of senoritas dancing 'round me
I don't think I'm losing my mind, but I'm thinking maybe
I might be borderline crazy

Yeah, I'm all twisted up like a big piñata
What I need right now is a whole lotta nada

Got these blue-collar blues, and I can't sleep
Been counting Margaritas instead of sheep
I close my eyes and all I see
Is a cloud of senoritas dancing 'round me
I don't think I'm losing my mind, but I'm thinking maybe
I might be borderline crazy

Yeah, I might just be borderline crazy

Lyrics by Jeremy Stover, Kris Bergesnes and Greg Barnhill.
Recorded by Bo Billy; Neal McCoy; Kevin Fowler.


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