D I met her in Old Mexico G A D She was laughing, sad and young D Em A In a smoky room where no one could see D Her favorite poets all agreed G A D Spanish is the loving tongue D A7 D But she never spoke Spanish to me D She was born in Monterrey G A D and all the Christmas songs were sung D Em A The padre knew what she'd grow up to be D Saints and sinners all agree: G A D Spanish is the loving tongue D A7 D But she never spoke Spanish to me BRIDGE: G Em D D7 Like a lion screaming in the jungle-o G A D D7 She'd never fool with what she couldn't see G Em D Bm She talked to all the shadows in her bungalow D A7 D But she never spoke Spanish to me D She said, "If you're from Texas, son G A D Where're your boots and where's your gun?" D Em A I said, "I got guns no one can see" D We laughed at that and both agreed: G A D Spanish is the loving tongue D A7 D But she never spoke Spanish to me
