| Pour me another Tequila Sheila
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| Take off that red satin dress
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| I cross the border and I beat the dealer
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| For all the damn gold in Juarez
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| I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila
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| And sure could use a friend (I got Pesso to spend)
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| So pour me another Tequilla Sheila
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| And lay down n’love me again
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| Though I can tell you about it
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| But don’t mind my gun by the bed
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| I feel kind of naked without it
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| And it eases the fear in my head
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| Just pass me the salt n’the lemon
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| Bend down n’blow out the light
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| I never had trusted the woman
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| But Sheila I’ll trust you tonight
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| Pour me another Tequila Sheila
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| Take off that red satin dress
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| I cross the border and I beat the dealer
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| Dor all the damn gold in Juarez
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| I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila
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| And sure could use a friend (I got Pesso to spend)
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| So pour me another Tequilla Sheila
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| And lay down n’love me again.
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| Sheila I’m hearing your heart beat
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| But I’m hearing footsteps outside
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| The courtyard is crawling with damn federalists
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| And Sheila there’s no place to hide
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| I don’t know who could have tipped them
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| Nobody knew but you
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| But I can’t make love to a squealer, Sheila
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| So I guess there’s just one thing to do
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| Pour me another Tequila Sheila
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| I’m gonna put on your red dress, you put on my cloths
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| You go out and face the dealer
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| And Sheila, I wish you the best
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| I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila
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| I need a fast horse and a friend
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| So pour me another Tequila Sheila
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| And I’ll ride towards the border again… |