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