| All these sixty hour weeks without a vacation
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| I’m all mixed up, and my body’s achin'
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| Talked to the doctor at the bar down the street
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| Oh, but all he could offer me was sympathy
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| I finished my drink, and got up to go
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| Everybody said «goodbye», but I said «adios»
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| Got these blue collar blues, and I can’t sleep
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| Been countin' margarita instead of sheep
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| I close my eyes, and all I see
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| Is a clod of senoritas dancin' around me I don’t think I’m losin' my mind, but I’m thinkin' maybe
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| I might be borderline crazy
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| Well, I drove past my exit goin' into work today
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| And my mind once again went to Monterey
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| I hear mariachi bands playin' in my head
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| The less that I listen, the louder it gets
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| Been goin' to bed with my flip-flops on I just might be too far gone
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| Got these blue collar blues, and I can’t sleep
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| Been countin' margarita instead of sheep
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| I close my eyes, and all I see
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| Is a clod of senoritas dancin' around me I don’t think I’m losin' my mind, but I’m thinkin' maybe
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| I might be borderline crazy
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| Yeah, I’m all twisted up like a big pinata
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| What I need right now is a whole lot of nada
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| Got these blue collar blues, and I can’t sleep
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| Been countin' margarita instead of sheep
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| I close my eyes, and all I see
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| Is a clod of senoritas dancin' around me I don’t think I’m losin' my mind, but I’m thinkin' maybe
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| I might be borderline crazy
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| Yeah, I might just be borderline crazy |