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