Been tossin' turnin' woke up burnin' Can't find no sleep in this bed So I packed up my stuff Drove south in my truck Far as this vaccaro could get
Found a little cantina Down Mexico way I'm trying to keep her memory at bay
I'm knocking 'em back Sinking my tail To the bottom of the bottle to forget her
Yo solo quiero ahogar Su memoria con mescal I'm way past over I'm way past over Over Thinkin’
Ay, ay, ay
40 botes 10 botellas No logro olvidarme de ella Tan bella Me dejo huella-a-a-a La luna llena Yo tan pedo Me hace entender que aun te quiero Soltero Yo no me veo-o-o-o-o
Sin ti en el pinche mundo no me veo Ya no quero pensar Me can de tomar Ni borracho se me olvida tu recuerdo
I'm drowning my mind In the salts and the lime And way past over I'm way past over Over Thinkin’
Y esta Se canta, Se baila y se llora Jalese compa Randall Ay, ay, ay
