I met her in old mexico She was laughing sad and young In a smokey room no-one could see All the poets they agreed Spanish is a loving tongue but She never spoke spanish to me
She was born in Monterey And all the Christmas songs were sung The padres knew what she would grow up to be Saints and sinners all agree Spanish is a loving song But she never spoke Spanish to me
Refrain: Like a lion screamin in the jungle-O She'd never fool with things she couldn't see She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow But she never spoke Spanish to me.
She said 'If you're from Texas,son, Where's your boots and where's your gun?' I smiled and said 'I got guns no-one can see!' She laughed at that and both agreed Spanish is a loving tongue but She never spoke Spanish to me.