Teardrops In My Tequila (Paul Craft) Lyrics

I've got teardrops in my tequila
I've got teardrops in my tequila
Got Colorado, not enchiladas, on my mind

Ain't it cold as hell in Santa Fe
Makes me shiver to my toes
Things ain't going well in Santa Fe, oh no
Make them two tacos to go, senor

Goodbye, see you later Santa Fe
Then the freeway takes me home
Where the air is clean, the open fields, the meadow green
I'm going to be so all alone