BEERIN’ ME UP
© Words and Music: Mark Oates and Donna Aylor


Boarded my flight to Mexico
The airline gave no refund
They said “Sorry son that your girl couldn't make it
We're afraid you’re just out of luck

Now I'm buying drinks at a beach side bar
With a girl that's nine out of ten
I'm licking my wounds in old Cancun
And man am I’m sufferin’

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I’m beerin’ me up, I got the blues
How can I be so happy
So far away from you
Sunny beaches and senoritas
Drinkin’ margaritas in a Dixie cup
Beerin’ me up, yeah Baby I’m beerin’ me up

It might be her pretty pink bikini
That makes it hard to think of you
But their ain’t too much good to remember
Yeah even when I do

Maybe one day we’ll be friends
We did share a laugh or two
I guess sometimes things just don’t work out
But then again sometimes they do

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Bridge: Optional ****
Misery feels so good sittin' here
So pour me some more of that cheer.....

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