Letras
I met her in old Mexico
She would live in sad and young
This smokey room where no one could see
Her favorite poets all agree
Spanish is a loving tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me
She was born in Monterrey
And all the Christmas songs were sung
Padres knew what she would grow up to be
Saints and sinners all agree
Spanish is a loving tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me
Like a lion screaming in the jungle low
She'd never fool with things 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, so
Where's your boots and where's your gun
Well, I got guns that no one can see
Well, after that we both agreed
Spanish is a loving tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me
Well, she never spoke Spanish to me