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