Doc Watson - Guitar Polka lyrics

A cowboy rode one day Down to old Monterey Across the sleepy Rio Grande He met a lovely gal A senorita pal With eyes that seemed to understand And as guitars were softly playing Across the floor they soon were swaying Me like a you she kept on saying As he would gently squeeze her hand She say Me like to talk, We take a little walk It was the nearest thing to heaven To have and hold her fast That night of love soon past He rode away from old Monterey And left her alone to pine