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 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 sing, yeah yeah I don't care who, you can wake up ruined You can lose it all down at the Spanish Moon.