It was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'. I turned my face away.
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank. An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one". And then he sang a song, a rare old mountain tune. I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you.
I am francisco vasquez garcia. I am welcome to almeria. We have sin gas and con leche. We have fiesta and feria. We have the song of the cochona. We have brandy and half corona.
It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song the Rare Old Mountain Dew. I turned my face away and dreamed about you.