Talk Me Out Of Tampa - Joe Nichols

Eighty dollars round trip,

Any where you fly,

Well that sounds like a winner.

But before I book the flight

They talk me out of Tampa.

Well tell me 'bout New Orleans,

Just when is that Mardi Gras,

Well then how 'bout Chicago,

Is it still cold there now or not,

Talk me out of Tampa.

I mean surely there’s a hurricane,

Due to hit there any day,

Won’t they close the beaches

And the airport

Well maybe it’s still way too hot,

Or did I hear somewhere you stopped

Flyin’into that part of the country

You can think of somethin’can’t ya,

Just talk me out of Tampa

Between that first right at Busch Gardens

And room eight bay side motel

There’s no way around the memories

Don’t let me do this to myself

Talk me out of Tampa

I just wind up at her front door,

She’s still livin’there I bet,

Oh but what if she’s not there alone

There goes what pride I’ve got left.

Talk me out of Tampa.

(please)

I mean surely there’s a hurricane,

Due to hit there any day,

Won’t they close the beaches

And the airport.

Well maybe it’s still way too hot

Or did I hear somewhere you stopped

Flyin’into that part of the country

You can think of somethin’can’t ya,

Just talk me out of Tampa

Put me some where,

Nowhere even close

To where I feel when my heart broke,

Exactly six months ago this weekend.

I just need to get away,

Without your help mam i’m afraid,

It wouldn’t be aget away at all.

You can make up somethin’can’t ya.

Just talk me out of Tampa.

Eighty dollars round-trip

Any where you fly…