Текст песни Guitar Polka

A cowboy rode one day
Down to old Monterey
Across the sleepy Rio Grande
He met a lovely gal
A senorita pal
With eyes that seemed to understand

And as guitars were softly playing
Across the floor they soon were swaying
"Me like a you" she kept on saying
As he would gently squeeze her hand

She say "Me like to talk,Doc Watson - Guitar Polka - http://ru.motolyrics.com/doc-watson/guitar-polka-lyrics.html
We take a little walk"
It was the nearest thing to heaven
To have and hold her fast

That night of love soon past
He rode away from old Monterey
And left her alone to pine

He's going back across the border
Unto that gal of yesterday
And they will dance the Guitar Polka
When he returns to Monterey.