It's hard to believe I used to be a good man
Tended my crops and made sweet love to my wife
Then one day I stepped into a cantina
And that was start of the end of my life
There at the bar sat the blue witch of the desert
She promised me this magical drink the key I needed to find
But there at the bottom of that now empty bottle
Staring back at the fact, it's tides were nothing but lies
I want my soul back!
Drunkiness and stealing became my profession
As I robbed the highways further and futher from home
With the juice of the cactus in my veins and more in my saddle
The grip on my soul took me down that wicked road
I want soul back!
Now I'm known as the bandit, Tequila Gila
As I strike from the rocks, hapless travelers die
My fangs are sharp and my venom reeks of tequila
I lost my soul to that desert witch and her jar full of lies
I want my soul back!