She Never Spoke Spanish To Me

Met her in old Mexico

She was laughing sad and young

In a smokey room no-one could see

Her favorite poets all 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 padre knew what she'd grow up to be

Saints and sinners all agree

Spanish is a loving tongue

But she never spoke Spanish to me

Like a lion screamin' in the jungleo

She never could in what 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

Then where's your boots and where's your gun?"

I smiled and said, "I got guns, no-one can see"

We laughed at that, we both agreed

Spanish is a loving tongue

But she never spoke Spanish to me

I left her in old Mexico

She was laughing sad and young

In a smokey room and no-one could see

Her favorite poets all agreed

Spanish is a loving tongue

But she never spoke Spanish to me

She never spoke Spanish to me