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Met her in old mexico |
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She was laughing sad and young |
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In a smokey room no-one could see |
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All the poets they agreed |
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Spanish is a loving tongue but |
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She never spoke spanish to me |
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She was born in Monterey |
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And all the Christmas songs were sung |
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The padre knew what she'd grow up to be |
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Saints and sinners all agree |
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Spanish is a loving song |
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But she never spoke Spanish to me |
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Refrain: |
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Like a lion screamin in the jungleO |
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She never |
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She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow |
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But she never spoke Spanish to me. |
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She said "If you're from Texas,son, |
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Where's your boots and where's your gun?" |
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I smiled and said " I got guns no-one can see!" |
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She laughed at that and both agreed |
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Spanish is a loving tongue but |
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She never spoke Spanish to me. |
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I left her in old Mexico.... |
