Just a loud mouthed Yankee, nI went down to Mexico,nI didn’t have much time to spend, nAbout a week or so,nThere I lightly took advantage, nOf a girl who loved me so,nBut I found myself a’thinking, nWhen the time had come to go.nnWhat am I doing hanging ‘round?nI should be on that train and gone,nI should be riding on that train, nTo San Antoine,nWhat am I doing hanging ‘round?nnShe took me to the garden, nJust for a little walk,nI didn’t know much Spanish, nAnd there was no time for talk,nThen she told me that she loved me, nNot with words, but with a kiss,nAnd like a fool I kept on thinking, nOf a train I could not miss.nnWell, it’s been a year or so, nAnd I wanna go back again,nAnd if I get the money, nWell, I’ll ride the same old train,nBut I guess, nYour chances come but once, nAnd boy, I sure missed mine,nAnd still I can’t stop thinking, nWhen I hear some whistle crying.n