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Hey Margarita
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Lyrics
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Hey Margarita
Uncle Bob and I and Billy O
Took a trip down to Mexico
Got a little bit crazy but we finally found
A sleepy little border town.
Chorus
Hey Margarita, damn you hit me without warning
I don’t remember what went on
But all of my money’s gone
And it’s Sunday morning
Hey Muchacho bring that bottle down
I think I’ll buy the house another round
A little voice said Man, don’t drink no more
Then Mr. Face met Mr. Floor
Hey Margarita, damn you hit me without warning
I don’t remember what went on
But my trusty friends are gone
And it’s Sunday morning
She got up and handed me my clothes
Church bells were ringing it was time to go
Find your feet now Gringo find the street
I stumbled out into the morning heat
Hey Margarita, damn you hit me without warning
I don’t remember what went on
But all of my money’s gone
I don’t remember what went on
But my trusty friends are gone
I don’t remember what went on
But both of my boots are gone
And it’s Sunday morning
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Colvin
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Music Credits: Colvin
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Producer Credits: Colvin
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Publisher Credits: Colvin
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Performance Credits: Colvin
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Label Credits: Colvin
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Description
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Short Song Description: About a trip I took to Mexico, that I'd liek to forget.
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Metadata
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Song Length: 2:46
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Primary Genre: Country-Boogie
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Secondary Genre: Folk-Country
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Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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