Well the Night That I Got Into Town

Was the Night the Rain 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 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

Don't Care Who You Could All Face Ruin

You Could Lose It All Down At the Spanish Moon

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