Kenny Chesney

I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week,
Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet.
Been dreamin' of gettin' away since I don't know.
Ain't no better time than now for Mexico.
No shoes, no shirt, no problems!
Blues, what blues? Hey I forgot 'em!
The sun and the sand, and a drink in my hand with no bottom.
No shoes, no shirt, no problems!
No problems.
Wan' a towel on a chair on the sand by the sea.
Wanna look through my shades and see you there with me.
Wanna soak up life for a while in laid-back mode.
No boss, no clock, no stress! No dress code!
No shoes, no shirt, no problems!
Blues, what blues? Hey I forgot 'em!
The sun and the sand, and a drink in my hand with no bottom.
No shoes, no shirt, no problems!
Babe let's get packed!
Take tops and flip-flops
if ya got 'em!
No shoes, no shirt, an' no problems!
No problems.
Outro: G Am7 D7 Am7 D7 G x2