Butch Hancock
I met her in old Mexico
She was laughing, sad and young
In that smokey dim lit room, no one could see
Favorite poets they all agree
Spanish is the lovin' 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 lovin' tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me
Like a lion screamin' in the jungle low
She'd never fooled with anything she couldn't see
She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow
But she never spoke Spanish to me
She siad if you're from Texas, son
Where's your boots and where's your gun
Well, I smiled and said "I got guns no one can see"
We laughed at that and we both agreed
Spanish is the lovin' tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me
I left her in old Mexico
She was laughing, sad and young
In that smokey dim lit room, no one could see
Saints and sinners all agree
Spanish is a lovin' tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me