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Spanish is the loving tongue |
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Soft as music, light as spray |
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It was a girl I learned it from |
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Living down Sonora way |
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I don't look much like a lover |
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Still I hear her love words over |
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Mostly when I'm all alone |
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"Mi amor, mi corazon" |
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On the nights that I would ride |
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She would listen for my spurs |
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Through that big door open wide |
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Raise those laughin' eyes of hers |
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All (?) how nights would go a flyin' |
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All (?) too soon I'd hear her sighin' |
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In her sweet and quiet tone |
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"Mi amor, mi corazon" |
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Haven't seen her since that night |
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I can't cross the line you know |
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They want me for a gambin' fight |
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Like as not it's better so |
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Still I always kind of missed her |
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Since that last sad night I kissed her |
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Left her heart, broke my own |
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"Adios, mi corazon" |
