Pour me another tequila, Sheila,

Take off that red satin dress

I cross the border and I beat the dealer

For all the damn gold in Juarez.

I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila

And I sure could use me a friend

So pour me another tequila, Sheila

And lay down and love me again.

No, I can't tell you about it

But don't mind my gun by the bed

I feel kind of naked without it

And it eases the fear in my head.

So just pass me the salt and the lemon

Bend down and blow out the light

I never have trusted the women,

But Sheila, I'll trust you tonight.

So pour me another tequila, Sheila

Take off that red satin dress

I cross the border and I beat the dealer

For all the damn gold in Juarez.

I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila

And I got the pesos to spend

So pour me another Tequila, Sheila,

And lay down and love me again.

Sheila, I'm hearin' your heart beat

But I'm hearing footsteps outside

The courtyard is crawling with damn federales

And Sheila, there's no place to hide.

I don't know who could have tipped 'em

Nobody knew it but you

But I can't make love to a squealer, Sheila,

So I guess there's just one thing to do.

Pour me another tequila, Sheila.

I'm gonna put on your red satin dress

You put on my clothes, and you go out and face the dealer

And Sheila, I wish you the best.

I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila

I need a fast horse and a friend

So pour me another tequila, Sheila

And I'll ride towards the border again.

Yeah, pour me another tequila, Sheila,

And I'll run for the border again.