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