(Z. Muth)
Nothing to do, nowhere to go to Just me and the baby eating straight from the jar Half past eight, dad calls says he has to work late But I heard the jukebox playing down at the bar
Ain't you getting sleepy Tired of putting up the fight Been fed and changed Now it's time to say goodnight
Chorus: Mama needs a margarita A slow song and two strong arms to lead A pretty red dress and a new pair of dancing shoes A long straight highway No cops to get in my way A Texas roadhouse and a band to play the blues
I used to be the one who stayed out late Used to drink my tequila straight Boys standing in line To take me out on the dancing floor Two-steppers and two-timers Seven sins and one-liners We'd tip our gla**es back and call out for more
Ain't you getting sleepy Heard this story too many times Just close your eyes little darlin' It's time to say goodnight
Chorus: Mama needs a margarita A slow song and two strong arms to lead A pretty red dress and a new pair of dancing shoes A long straight highway No cops to get in my way A Texas roadhouse and a band to play the blues
A long straight highway No cops to get in my way A dream of a life somewhere beyond these blues
A dream of a life somewhere beyond these blues