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 Well I Pawned My Watch, and I Sold My Ring Just to Hear That Girl Singing (Ooh Who) I Don't Care Who, You Could All Face Ruin You Can 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