Refried Dreams


Jim Foster & Mark Peterson

Last Monday morning,
You left with no warning,
I started going insane,
I headed south out of Del Rio, Texas,
One hell of a load on my brain,
I kept on going without even knowin',
How much your love really means,
Now I'm messed up in Mexico,
Livin' on Refried Dreams.

CHORUS:
I'm down here in Mexico,
Sick as a dog,
My head is poundin' in this border town fog,
Down to my last dime,
And comin' apart at the seams,
I'm messed up in Mexico,
Livin' on Refried Dreams.

This picture ain't pretty,
I'm ragged and dirty,
Wonderin' what I'm doing here,
Shootin' tequila,
Wantin' to kill ya,
And wishin' to God you were near,
So full of your memory,
But feelin' so empty,
I've run out of my self-esteem,
Now I'm messed up in Mexico,
Livin' on Refried Dreams.

CHORUS x 2

Oooohhhhh,
I'm messed up in Mexico,
Livin' on Refried Dreams.


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