Tequila Sheila    (1980)

Oh, won't you pour me another Tequila, Sheila.
Take off that red satin dress.
I crossed the border, and I beat the dealer,
For all the damned gold in Juarez.
I feel like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila,
And I got the pesos to spend, yes I do.
So pour me another Tequila, Sheila,
And lay down and love me again.

No, I can't tell you about it.
But don't mind my gun by the bed.
I feel kinda naked without it,
But it eases the fears in my head.
Yeah, pass me the salt and a lemon, ah ha,
Then bend down and blow out the light.
I never have trusted the women, Sheila,
But I'm gonna trust you tonight.

So you can pour me another Tequila, Sheila.
An' I'm gonna put on your red satin dress, yes I am.
You put on my funky ol' britches, yeah,
An' Sheila, I wish you the best.
I feel like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila,
I need a fast horse and a friend.
So pour me another Tequila, Sheila,
An' I'll ride for the border again.

Hey, pour me another Tequila, Sheila,
An' I'll ride for the border again.

Lyrics by Shel Silverstein and Mac Davis.
Recorded by Bobby Bare.


Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
subject to all U.S. copyright laws and remain property of their respective owners.