She Never Spoke Spanish To Me

I met her in old Mexico

She was laughin', sad, and young

In a smoky room no one could see

Her favorite poets all agree

Spanish is a lovin' tongue

But she never spoke Spanish to me

She was born in Monterey

All the Christmas songs were sung

Padre knew what she'd grow up to be

Saints and sinners all agree

Spanish is a lovin' tongue

But she never spoke Spanish to me

Like a lion screaming in the jungle

She never fooled with 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 and both agreed

Spanish is a lovin' tongue

But she never spoke Spanish to me

I left her in old Mexico

She was laughin', sad, and young

In a smoky room that no one could see

Her favorite poets all agree

Spanish is a lovin' tongue

But she never spoke Spanish to me

She never spoke Spanish to me