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