Text: Old 97's. Coahuila.

I turned my microwave on and I cooked my chicken ravioli
The last ten years of my life I've been feeling kind of lonely
I don't do love I don't do women named Hannah
And I don't do red haired girls from Louisiana

And I'm suffering from a kind of indecision
About what I'm going to watch on television
I'll dream tonight of dancing in Coahuila
With a little brown haired girl and her tequila

My mama always seems to sing the same song
You'll never meet no decent girls at Dallas honky-tonks
What she says is true with that I must agree
'Cause any girl worth having wouldn't have a thing to do with me

I'm sitting here just sucking on my cavity (cavity)
Thinking of the things you used to say to me (tragedy)
And I'm suffering from a kind of indecision
About a little brown haired girl
A little brown haired girl
A little brown haired girl
And her tequila