Well the Night That I Got Into Town
Was the Night the Rain 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, Filled Up the Room
I Heard About This Place They Call the Spanish Moon

One False Step, You Get Done in
It's a Cold Situation
Don't Care Who, You Could All Face Ruin
You Could Lose It All Down At the Spanish Moon

Whiskey, and Bad Cocaine
Poison Get You Just the Same
And If That -- That Don't -- Kill 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 Singing (Ooh Who)
I Don't Care Who, You Could All Face Ruin
You Can Lose It All Down At the Spanish Moon

Whiskey, and Bad Cocaine
Poison Get You Just the Same
And If That -- That Don't -- Kill You Soon
The Women Will Down At the Spanish Moon