Grace Potter

Just like sit right here and have another beer in Mexico.

Do my best, waste another day.

Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico.

Let the warm air melt these blues away.

Minute, minute.

There's a blue rocking chair Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storm

And well-oiled hands It sways back and forth With the help of the winds And seems to always be there Like an old trusted friend

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's going, where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see it To the way that I see it when I sit in that old blue chair

Beautiful.

Baby, here I am again, kicking dust in the canyon wind, waiting for that sun to go down.

Made it up Mulholland Drive, and hell bent on getting high, high above the lights of town.

Now you and tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me baby One is one too many One more is never enough Never

Baby, here I am again

Kickin' dust in the canyon wind Waitin' for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland Drive Hell bent on gettin' high High above the lights of town You and tequila make me crazy

Like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many One more is never enough

Thirty days and thirty nights Been putting up a real good fight There were times I thought you'd win It's so easy to forget The bitter taste the morning left Swore I wouldn't go back there again

You and tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many One more is never enough

When it comes to you, all the damage I could do, it's always your favorite sin that do you in.