| Spanish is a loving tongue
|
| Soft as music, light as spray
|
| Was a girl he learned it from
|
| Living down Sonora way
|
| He don’t look much like a lover
|
| But he says her love words over
|
| Mostly when he’s all alone
|
| Mi amor, mi corazon
|
| On the nights that he would ride
|
| She would listen for his spurs
|
| Throw those big doors open wide
|
| Raise them laughing eyes of hers
|
| How those hours would get to flying
|
| All too soon, he’d hear her sighing
|
| In her little sorry tone
|
| Mi amor, mi corazon
|
| He ain’t seen her since that night
|
| He can’t cross a line, you know
|
| They want him for a gambling fight
|
| Like as not it’s better so
|
| Yet he’s always sort of missed her
|
| Since that last sad night he kissed her
|
| Lost his heart, left her own
|
| Adios mi corazon
|
| Lost his heart, left her own
|
| Adios mi corazon |