Lowell George



Well the night that was high, we got into town

Was the night that 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-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar

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

If that -- that don't -- kill you soon

The women will down at the Spanish Moon



I pawned my watch, and I sold my ring

Just to hear that girl singing, (hear that girl sing)

Don't take long, to wake up ruined

The women will down at the Spanish Moon