I met her in ol' Mexico
She was livin' sad and young
A smokey room where 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 Monterrey
All the Christmas songs were sung
The 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 lamb screamin' in the jungle low
She'd never fooled 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, son
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
(Great)