Tequila Diary
Guinane/Casey/Grande/Dozier
vocals- Jameson Rodgers
I don't know why this weatherman even gets paid
Haven't seen a single cloud for days and days and days
Down here my business trip
Turned in to a six year long vacation gone wrong thanks to one pink slip
I used to give thanks when trees turned red and gold
Traded gifts under a roof covered with snow
A man can lose his way
When the Patron and sun are fiery
and I'm burnin' out like a tiki torch
In the middle of Hurricane Irene
They told me this would be the life
But life's passin' right by me
Think I'm down to the final page
in my tequila diary
Thought I'd never tire of crystal blue water and powder white sand
But I'd kill to hear some chicken pickin' instead of this ol' mariachi band
When the big decision of the day's a lemon or a lime
maybe I should change my story and stop just marking time
go back to watchin' fireworks with Uncle Sam
cause my long weekend sunburn's now a leathery tan
So now I've reached my conclusion I'm going back where seasons change
but that Tequila Sunrise just hit me so maybe just one more page
(chorus)