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Spanish is a loving tongue |
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Soft as music, light as spray |
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Was a girl he learned it from |
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Living down sonora way |
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He don't look much like a lover |
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But he says her love words over |
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Mostly when he's all alone |
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Mi amor mi corazon |
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On the nights that he would ride |
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She would listen for his spurs |
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Throw those big doors open wide |
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Raise them laughing eyes of hers |
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How those hours would get to flying |
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All too soon he'd hear her sighing |
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In her little sorry tone |
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Mi amor mi corazon |
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He ain't seen her since that night |
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He can't cross the line you know |
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They want him for a gamblin' fight |
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Like as not it's better so |
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Yet he's always sort of missed her |
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Since that last sad night he kissed her |
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Lost his heart, left her own |
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Adios mi corazon |
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Lost his heart, left her own |
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Adios mi corazon |
