| Spanish is the lovin' tongue
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| Soft as springtime, light as spray
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| There was a girl I learned it from
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| Living down Sonora way
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| Now I don’t look much like a lover
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| Yet I say her love words over
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| Late at night when I’m all alone
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| «Mi amor, mi corazon»
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| There were nights when I would ride
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| She would listen for my spurs
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| Fling that big door open wide
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| Raise those laughing eyes of hers
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| And how those hours would get to flyin'
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| Pretty soon, I’d hear her cryin'
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| «Please don’t leave me all alone
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| Mi amor, mi corazon»
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| Then one night I had to fly
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| I got into a foolish gamblin' fight
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| I had a swift goodbye
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| In that black unlucky night
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| And traveling north, her words kept ringing
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| And every word I could hear her singing
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| «Please don’t leave me all alone
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| Mi amor, mi corazon»
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| Well, I ain’t never seen her since that night
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| I can’t cross the line now
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| She was Mexican, and I was White
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| Like as not, it’s better so
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| And yet I’ve always sort of missed her
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| Since that last wild night I kissed her
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| I left my heart, but I lost my own
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| «Mi amor, mi corazon» |