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