I'd already missed one too many chances. Never took much interest when the guys from my old band started talkin' about a reunion…figured it was all talk -- never thought the Tequila Banditos would actually make it big after all those years of over-hyped notoriety.

I'll never forget that morning, as I sat in a greasy spoon diner eatin' an unremarkable plate of bacon and eggs, and sippin' on a dishwater cup of coffee. My waitress had just flicked on the radio near the cash register when the announcer finished his weather report and proclaimed "Here's the Tequila Banditos with Una Mas Cerveza."

It must have been a coincidence, I thought. Hell -- there had to be someone else in this world that could think up a name like Tequila Banditos. But then I heard it -- the unmistakable crooning of El Whoppo -- and I knew that the boys had finally hit the big time!

After a moment of exhilaration -- the boys had done good and I was proud of 'em -- I begun feelin' sorry for myself, and was about to dunk a teardrop into that god-awful cup of coffee when I started to thinkin'…maybe there was still a place for me in the band. Never know when they just might need a guitar player. No harm in askin', I decided I'd make a call to El Whoppo to see what was up.

A couple of red-headed cuties -- sisters I imagined -- walked into the diner just then and slid into a booth in the back. I thought I recognized one of them -- but couldn't exactly place the face -- until I realized that she kinda reminded me of Darla -- the love of my life that I left behind when I quit my big city corporation-type job and got back on the road again, with a guitar in my hand, a cigar in my mouth, and a dream in my heart.