MAIL MYSELF TO MEXICO
Buddy Jewell
(Jewell/Clark)
Recorded in 2001
2:35 AM 8/4/2005
Intro: (E) (E) (A) (A)
Every (E) day, without fail, I deliver the mail to each (A) doorstep.
I think that (E) I'll lose my mind if I have to climb just one (A) more step.
Between the snow and the sleet, I'm inclined to keep (A7) losin' my (D) patience.
Oh, Lord, my (A) feet sure hurt, I be(E)lieve I deserve a vac(A)ation.
Wish I could mail myself to (D) Mexico,
Where sunshine and margar(A)itas flow.
An' all the pretty senor(E)itas go to dance barefoot in the (A) sand.
Sometimes, I'm (A7) tempted just (D) take the chance;
Find me a box an' lots of (A) postage stamps.
Top it off with a (E) big red bow,
An' mail myself to Mexi(A)co.
You know, it's (E) easy to see how a man like me could go (A) postal.
I need a (E) latitude where the attitude's kinda (A) coastal.
Oh, but here I am, workin' for Uncle (A7) Sam like a (D) puppet.
I should be (A) spendin' my days (E) wastin' away just like (A) Buffett.
CHORUS
Sometimes, I'm (A7) tempted just (D) take the chance;
Find me a box an' lots of (A) postage stamps.
Top it off with a (E) big red bow,
An' mail myself to Mexi(A)co.
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