Kenny Chesney

I've been up to my neck
Workin' six days a week.
Wearin' holes in the soles
Of the shoes on my feet.
Been dreamin' of gettin' away
Since I don't know.
Ain't no better time than now for Mexico...

No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues, what blues?
Hey I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand,
And a drink in my hand with no bottom,
And no shoes, no shirt, no problems,
No problems.

Want a towel on a chair
In the sand by the sea,
Want to look through my shades,
And see you there with me.
Want to soak up life for a while,
In laid back mode.
No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code...


Babe lets get packed...
Tank tops and flip flops,
If you got 'em.
No shoes, no shirt, no problems,
No problems.

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