| It was early one mornin'
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| Playa del Carmen
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| That’s when I first met Jose
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| He had a 12 foot Schooner
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| A 3 foot cooler
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| Full of the catch of the day
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| And he was wrinkled from grinnin'
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| From all of the sun he had been in He was barefoot, cerveza in hand
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| He said??? |
| Gracias senor???, when I paid him too much for
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| All of the Snapper he had
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| Now I told him my friend it ain’t nothin'
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| In the best broken Spanish I knew
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| I said I make a good livin'
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| Back home where I’m from
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| He smiled and said Amigo me too
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| He said I fish and I play my guitar
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| I laugh at the bar with my friends
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| I go home to my wife
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| I pray every night
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| I can do it all over again
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| Somewhere over Texas
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| I thought of my Lexus
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| And all the stuff I work so hard for
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| And all the things that I’ve gathered
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| From climbing that ladder
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| Didn’t make much sense anymore
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| They say my nest egg ain’t ready to hatch yet
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| They keep holding my feet to the fire
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| They call it paying the price
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| So that one day in life
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| I’ll have what I need to retire
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| And just fish
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| And play my guitar
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| And laugh at the bar with my friends
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| And go home to my wife
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| And pray every night
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| I can do it all over again
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| And to think that I thought for a while there that I had it made
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| When the truth is I’m really just dying
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| To live like Jose
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| And just fish
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| Play my guitar
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| Laugh at the bar with my friends
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| Go home to my wife
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| Pray every night
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| I can do it all over again
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| Wouldn’t that be the life? |