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Just a loud mouthed Yankee, I went down to Mexico, I didn't have much time to spend, About a week or so, There I lightly took advantage, Of a girl who loved me so, But I found myself a'thinking, When the time had come to go. What am I doing hanging 'round? I should be on that train and gone, I should be riding on that train, To San Antoine, What am I doing hanging 'round? She took me to the garden, Just for a little walk, I didn't know much Spanish, And there was no time for talk, Then she told me that she loved me, Not with words, but with a kiss, And like a fool I kept on thinking, Of a train I could not miss. Well, it's been a year or so, And I wanna go back again, SongtexteAnd if I get the money, Well, I'll ride the same old train, But I guess, Your chances come but once, And boy, I sure missed mine, And still I can't stop thinking, When I hear some whistle crying. Aus Songtexte Mania