That's Why God Made Mexico - Tim McGraw

Margie said, Roy, you ain’t listening to me

And I’ve got a whole lot more to say

Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys

And she ain’t seen or heard from him to this day

And that’s why God made Mexico

A place where we can lay low

And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow

And the warm wind blows

That’s why God made Mexico

And Betty fixed Joe dinner every night

At half past six

Cause that’s when he rolled through that door

For sixteen years and not a thank you from his lips

She don’t fix him dinner no more

And that’s why God made Mexico

A place where we can lay low

And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow

And the warm wind blows

That’s why God made Mexico

Cause life is sweet in a border town

You learn to let your hair down

And you don’t make trouble

You learn to dance the Fandango

You change your name, maybe change your face

Get used to beans chili paste

And you learn to live and love

Life in the slow lane

And that’s why God made Mexico

A place where we can lay low

And the Cuervo goes down nice and slow

And the warm wind blows

That’s why God made Mexico

That’s why God made

Made Mexico