Three Fingers Tequila

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