Spanish is the Lovin' Tongue

Sometimes the lyrics of songs stir me so much there is nothing to do but post them. I wish it were possible to include the melody. All I can do is encourage you to listen to Michael Martin Murphy's rendition on his Cowboy Songs cd, from 1990. A little Tequila might help set the mood.
I wish I'd penned this song. Regardless of it's author, and despite the locale in which it is set, I've lived its theme.
Every man likely has, in memory, the face of one who couldn't "cross the border" with him. You'll meet her again in:
Spanish is the Lovin' Tongue

Spanish is the loving tongue,
Soft as music, light as spray:
'Twas a girl I learned it from,
Living down Sonora way.
I don't look much like a lover,
Yet I say her love words over,
Often when I'm all alone --
"Mi amor, mi corazón."
Nights when she knew where I'd ride
She would listen for my spurs,
Fling the big door open wide,
Raise them laughin' eyes of hers;
And my heart would nigh stop beating
When I heard her tender greeting,
Whispered soft for me alone --
"Mi amor, mi corazón."

Moonlight in the patio,
Old Senora nodding near,
Me and Juana talking low
So the Madre couldn't hear;
How those hours would go a-flyin'!
And too soon I'd hear her sighin'
In her little sorry tone --
"Adios, mi corazón!"

But one time I had to fly
For a foolish gamblin' fight,
And we said a swift goodbye
In that black unlucky night.
When I'd loosed her arms from clingin'
With her words the hoofs kept ringin'
As I galloped north alone --
"Adios, mi corazón!"

Never seen her since that night --
I can't cross the Line, you know.
She was "Mex" and I was white;
Like as not it's better so.
Yet I've always sort of missed her
Since that last wild night I kissed her;
Left her heart and lost my own --
"Adios, mi corazón!"