The Monkees Follow

Just a loud mouthed Yankee,
I went down to Mexico,
I didn?t have much time to spend,
About a week or so,
There I lightly took advantage,
Of a girl who loved me so,
But I found myself a?thinking,
When the time had come to go.

What am I doing hanging ?round?
I should be on that train and gone,
I should be riding on that train,
To San Antoine,
What am I doing hanging ?round?

She took me to the garden,
Just for a little walk,
I didn?t know much Spanish,
And there was no time for talk,
Then she told me that she loved me,
Not with words, but with a kiss,
And like a fool I kept on thinking,
Of a train I could not miss.

Well, it?s been a year or so,
And I wanna go back again,
And if I get the money,
Well, I?ll ride the same old train,
But I guess,
Your chances come but once,
And boy, I sure missed mine,
And still I can?t stop thinking,
When I hear some whistle crying.