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Chorus: |
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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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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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Chorus: |
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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... |
