Working Too Hard Blues

Lyrics

Working Too Hard Blues By: Drew Rice Verse I’m going down To see Old Mexico Down where the whiskey flows Both night and day I need a getaway A south of the border holiday And let the women and the music Chase my blues away Chorus So go and set ‘em up And watch me drink them down I’ll be the one with the biggest Silliest grin around I may fall off my stool And appear to be a fool But it’s the sure cure For these working too hard blues Verse Well that old time clock Is driving me insane I feel like a dog ten feet from a bone On a nine-foot chain Now it’s finally here Yeah it’s quitting time I’m going to fly out of here Searching for salt and lime Turn right head North to the airport But there’s a Ford in the parking lot Turn left head South to the South of the Border lounge Just South of Border Street Give Old Mexico my keys And grab a seat Chorus Come on and set ‘em up And watch me drink them down I’ll be the one with the biggest Silliest grin around I may fall off my stool And appear to be a fool But it’s the sure cure For these working too hard blues Yeah it’s the sure cure For these working too hard blues

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Drew Rice

Music Credits: Drew Rice

Producer Credits: Drew Rice

Publisher Credits: Drew Rice

Performance Credits: Drew Rice

Label Credits: Drew Rice

Description

Short Song Description: working man's vacation

Long Song Description: Working man thinking of vacation to Mexico but he can only go to the local bar

Metadata

Song Length: 3:29

Primary Genre: Country-General

Secondary Genre: Country-Contemporary

Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)

Lead Vocal: Male Vocal

Subject Matter 1: Paradise

Subject Matter 2: Celebration

Mood 1: In High Spirits

Mood 2: Welcoming

Similar Artist 1: Jimmy Buffett

Similar Artist 2: Garth Brooks

Language: English

Era: 2000 and later