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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Bryan
Luke Bryan
Vocals
Jody Stevens
Jody Stevens
Programming
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Songwriter
Josh Thompson
Josh Thompson
Songwriter
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Stevens
Jeff Stevens
Producer
Jody Stevens
Jody Stevens
Producer
Derek Bason
Derek Bason
Mixing Engineer
Chris Small
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Everybody here ain't from here
But we're here doin' our thing
Lettin' go a little, little by little
Sippin' on a frozen drink
[PreChorus]
Tiki bars tik'n, pourin' all weekend
Clouds ain't leakin' no rain
Two pieces shakin', white caps a-breakin'
We ain't feelin' no pain, it goes like
[Chorus]
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock
When that sun lays down, we'll be on our way
One more barefoot round, one more last chance to say
"Hey Señorita, don't you think we need
A salt and a Buffett song?"
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita
We'll be gone
[Verse 2]
Ice blue skies, shades on the eyes
To tuck the bloodshot away
Hair of the dog, shouldn't take long
But who cares, we got all day
Palm trees a-leanin', sunburn screamin'
But we'll all be alright, after
[Chorus]
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock
When that sun lays down, we'll be on our way
One more barefoot round, one more last chance to say
"Hey Señorita, don't you think we need
A salt and a Marley song?"
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita
We'll be gone
We'll be gone
[PreChorus]
Tiki bars tik'n, pourin' all weekend
Clouds ain't leakin' no rain
Two pieces shakin', white caps a-breakin'
We ain't feelin' no pain, feelin' no pain
It goes like
[Chorus]
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock
When that sun lays down, we'll be on our way
One more barefoot round, one more last chance to say
"Hey Señorita, don't you think we need
A salt and a Chesney song?"
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita
We'll be gone
We'll be gone
We'll be gone
Written by: Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Michael Carter
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