I had one smooth shot of 3 fingers tequila
Just to soften up the edge
Two hours later we were mixin' margaritas
And throwin' caution to the wind
Singin' "Oh no, here we go again."
Someone stole my keys one night in Mexico
And I was stranded there in Boy's Town with nowhere left to go
So I stumbled into this bar & sat down in the back
When out of the blue she appeared like an angel dressed in black
She said her name was Alma, at least that's the one she used
And she knew of a place that didn't water down their booze
So we slipped out the back door & she led the way
Down the alley to an eight by twelve apartment where she stayed
When the sun comes up in Mexico it does not make a sound
I was recovering on the patio when Miss Alma came around
I could have found a locksmith & been on my way
But she said more with just one smile so I stayed another day