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She Never Spoke Spanish To Me

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I met her in Old Mexico. She was laughing, sad and young
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In a smoky room, where no one could see.
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Her favorite poets all agreed, Spanish is a loving tongue.
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But she never spoke Spanish to me
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She was born in Monterey and all the Christmas songs were sung.
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The Padre knew what she'd grow up to be.
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Saints and sinners all agree, Spanish is a loving tongue.
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But she never spoke Spanish to me.
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Like a lion screaming in the jungle,
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She never fooled with what she couldn't see.
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She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow.
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But she never spoke Spanish to me.
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She said,   you're from Texas, son, then, where's your boots and where's your gun
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I smiled and said, "I got guns, no one can see".
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We laughed at that, we both agreed, Spanish is a loving tongue.
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But she never spoke Spanish to me.
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I left her in old Mexico. She was laughing, sad and young.
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In a smoky room, where no one could see.
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Her favorite poets all agreed, Spanish is a loving tongue.
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But she never spoke Spanish to me
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She never spoke Spanish to me