| Well the night that was high, we got into town
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| Was the night of the rain, that froze on the ground
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| Down the street I heard such a sorrowful tune
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| Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
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| Well I stepped inside, and slipped by the door
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| While a dark girl sang, and played the guitar
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| There was hookers, and hustlers, they filled up the room
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| I heard about this place they call the Spanish Moon
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| There’s whiskey, and bad cocaine
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| Poison get you just the same
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| And if that -- that don’t -- kill you soon
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| The women will down at the Spanish Moon
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| Well I pawned my watch, and sold my ring
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| Just to hear that girl singing, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t care who, you can wake up ruined
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| You can lose it all down at the Spanish Moon
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| There’s whiskey, and bad cocaine
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| Poison get you just the same
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| And if that — that don’t — kill you soon
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| The women will down at the Spanish Moon |