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Eighteen wheels been rolling eleven hours straight,
Time to pull her over for awhile and situate,
In a dirt parking lot I shut her down and set the brakes,
Just a half a mile or so from that endless interstate,
The sign outside the bar said "Sheilas Cowboy Cafe",
I wiped my boots on the leg of my jeans, headed that away,
The "Cuervo Gold" she poured me was near four fingers high,
I was captured my her beauty and the mystery in her eyes,
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Pour me another 'Tequila Sheila"
Pour it with a wink and a smile,
Pour me another "Tequila Sheila"
Your a site for these sore eyes, I think I'll sit here for awhile . . .
Sheila told how she bought the place several years ago,
When she moved out here to Texas all the way from Idaho,
She lived in the loft upstairs, right above the bar,
She didn't own a pickup truck, she didn't need a car . .
We talked into the night, we played some pool, I drank some more,
Then I thanked her for her kindness, as I headed out the door,
Sleep was instantainious when I got into the truck,
It was nearly eight AM before I finally did wake up . . .
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I slid into the drivers seat,
Staring straight ahead in disbelief,
At the very spot where Sheilas bar stood,
But all I saw was tumbleweed and a rusted old Buick without a hood....
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