There was beer all over the dance floor. and the band was playin' rhythm and blues. You got down and did the gator, and half. an hour later, you were barfin' all over your.
She came from Providence. The one in Rhode Island. Where the old world shadows hang. Heavy in the air. She packed her hopes and dreams. Like a refugee.
Tequila Sunrise". . It's another tequila sunrise. Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye. He was just a hired hand. Workin' on the dreams he planned to try.