What Am I Doing Hangin' Round

Just a loud mouth Yankee I went down to Mexico.

I didn't have much time to spend, about a week or so.

There I lightly took advantage of a girl who loved me so.

But I found myself a-thinkin' when the time had come to go...

What am I doin' hangin' round?

I should be on that train and gone.

I should be ridin' on that train to San Antone,

What am I doin' hangin' round?

She took me to the garden just for a little walk.

I didn't know much Spanish and there was no time for talk.

Then she told me that she loved me not with words but with a kiss.

And like a fool I kept on thinkin' of a train I could not miss...

Well it's been a year or so, and I want to go back again.

And if I get the money, well I'll ride the same old train.

But I guess your chances come but once and boy I sure missed mine.

And still I can't stop thinkin' when I hear some whistle cryin'...