As I sit here and play My spanish guitar Underneath the stars, It passes the time away. Each note I play Is a memory of Spain, The melodies they take
A smoky room, a small cafe They come to hear you play And drink and dance the night away I sit out in the crowd And close my eyes Dream you're mine
A smoky room, a small cafe They come to hear you play And drink and dance the night away I sit out in the crowd And close my eyes Dream you're mine But
: A smoky room, a small cafe They come to hear you play And drink and dance the night away I sit out in the crowd And close my eyes Dream you're
: A smoky room, a small cafe They come to hear you play And drink and dance the night away I sit out in the crowd And close my eyes Dream you're mine