Uploaded October 2011 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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I met her in old Mexico
She would live in sad and young
This smokey room where no one could see

Saints and sinners all agree
Spanish is a lovin' tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me

She was born in Monterey
And all the Christmas songs were sung
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 fool with things 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 San Anton, 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 lovin' tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me
Well, she never spoke Spanish to me