In a smoke-filled dark cantina, hidden neath the city lights
Sits a lonely old borracho, out of people's sight
With a botella in his hand, and a limp in his walk
People can't help but stare, when he starts to talk
He's a tequila dreamer, lost in his purple haze
Singing songs of old memories, in a drunken daze
With his sombrero tilted sideways, and his copa filled with dreams
Living in his drunken world, this lonely old dreamer
He'll dance with every señorita that he gets to meet
But his clumsy moves won't stop him, though he's got two left feet
After the cantina closes, he'll serenade the stars
Singing I'm so lonesome, I could cry, on his beat up old guitar
He's a tequila dreamer, lost in his purple haze
Singing songs of old memories, in his drunken daze
With his sombrero tilted sideways, and his copa filled with dreams
Living in his drunken world, this lonely old dreamer
He's a tequila dreamer, lost in his purple haze
Singing songs of old memories, in a drunken daze
With his sombrero tilted sideways, and his copa filled with dreams
Living in his drunken world, this lonely old dreamer
A drunken poet, pouring out his heart, this old tequila dreamer
Yeah, yeah