Una Más Cerveza

It was down in Mexico where I had gone
Not too much Spanish then had I known
I found myself in a terrible pinch
Ten bad hombres, a gringo to lynch

I was surrounded, where could I go?
They had dos pistols, I had no gun
I searched my memory for something to say
I had to think quick, could be my last day

Una más cerveza, una más cerveza
Una más cerveza was all I could say
Una más cerveza, una más cerveza
Una más cerveza, please let me go away

Found a cantina, went inside
Found a dark corner, a good place to hide
I was no safer when I looked around
I was the only gringo that could be found

A small crowd had gathered around my chair
They said nothing they just stood there and stared
They handed me a guitar, told me to sing
Oh yes, I remember this Mexican thing

Una más cerveza, una más cerveza
Una más cerveza was all they could hear
Una más cerveza, una más cerveza
Una más cerveza, please bring me a beer

Una más cerveza, una más cerveza
Una más cerveza was all I could say
Una más cerveza, una más cerveza
Una más cerveza, oh, let me get away