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