(Z. Muth)

Nothing to do, nowhere to go to
Just me and the baby eating straight from the jar
Half past eight, dad calls says he has to work late
But I heard the jukebox playing down at the bar
Ain’t you getting sleepy
Tired of putting up the fight
Been fed and changed
Now it’s time to say goodnight

Chorus:
Mama needs a margarita
A slow song and two strong arms to lead her
A pretty red dress and a new pair of dancing shoes
A long straight highway
With no cops to get in my way
A Texas roadhouse and a band to play the blues

I used to be the one who stayed out late
Used to drink my tequila straight
Boys standing in line
To take me out on the dancing floor
Two-steppers and two-timers
Seven sins and one-liners
We’d tip our glasses back and call out for more
Ain’t you getting sleepy
Heard this story too many times
Just close your eyes little darlin’
It’s time to say goodnight

Chorus:
Mama needs a margarita
A slow song and two strong arms to lead
A pretty red dress and a new pair of dancing shoes
A long straight highway
No cops to get in my way
A Texas roadhouse and a band to play the blues
A long straight highway No cops to get in my way
A dream of a life somewhere beyond these blues
A dream of a life somewhere beyond these blues