Will Dudley: Music

Spanish is a loving tongue, soft as springtime, light as spray. There was a girl that I learned it from, living down Sonora way. Now I don't look much like a lover. Still I say her love words over. Mostly when I'm all alone
Mi amor, mi corazone.

There were nights when I would ride. She would listen for my spurs. And fling that big door open wide, and raise those laughing eyes of hers. And how those hours would get to flying, and pretty soon, I'd hear her crying.
Please don't leave me all alone
Mi amor, mi corazone.

But then one night I had to fly. I got into a foolish gambling fight. I had to say a swift goodbye, on that black, unlucky night. But traveling north her words kept ringing, in every hoofbeat I could hear her singing
Please don't leave me all alone, mi amor... mi corazone.

Well, I never seen her sinse that night. For I can't cross the line, you know. She's in Mexico, and I'm in flight, and like as not it's better so.
Still I've always sort of missed her. Sinse the first night that I kissed her. I left her heart, but I lost my own. Adios, mi corazone. I left her heart, but I lost my own. Adios, mi corazone.