C. C. Waterback

C.C. Waterback, one tequila sunrise
One's for my aching head
The other's for my bloodshot eyes

Last night I let it all hang out
I guess that's how my head got sore
C.C. Waterback
I can't stand the pain no more

Last night we got invited
To a party at the Jones' place
For fun and games and booze
And things I guess I must drunk a case

But that lady of mine drank warm red wine
'Til she couldn't even find the door
She wound up on the Jones' bed
And I wound up on the floor

C.C. Waterback, one tequila sunrise
One's for my aching head
The other's for my bloodshot eyes

C.C. Waterback, one tequila sunrise
One's for my aching head
The other's for my bloodshot eyes