I 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 padres knew what she would 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 jungle-O
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She'd never fool with things she couldn't see
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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....
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She Never Spoke Spanish To Me
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| Ely Joe |
