Lost one night, no light but for a sky jam-packed with stars,
On some lonely beach somewhere in Mexico
The night is warm, but spooky, I light a fire and play guitar 
So I can blend in when the wind begins to blow.
    But then the sudden señorita speaking softly from the darkness:
    "Estás tocando tu guitarra para me, Forastero?"

I understand the words, but not why she would be   
Alone out there in the dangers of the dark. 
And why reveal herself to some maybe-crazy gringo—like me?
Unless she's some just-as-crazy puta out to score a mark.
     But then the sweetest señorita stepped out of the shadows. 
     "Tal vez tu quieres compañia, Forastero?" 

In the flicker of my fire I see thy face reveal: 
Far too beautiful you are to be some common girl
More like a spirit of the night, a phantom female
Made out of myth and mist in the wind's wild whiff and whirl.
     And the shining señorita speaking softly in her solitude:
     "Es que tu quieres una mujer, Forastero?"

Hypnotized by your eyes I keep on playing
Perhaps you'll wish to hear a song before you go.
Or if I play it well, perhaps you will be staying.
But are you real or just the wind of Mexico?
     And the strangest señorita speaking softly in her mystery:
     "Tal vez que tu me quieres...a mi, Forastero?"

  

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Lost one night, no light but for a sky jam-packed with stars,

        Dm               C            Am
On some lonely beach somewhere in Mexico

    Am                 Dm                Am
The night is warm, but spooky, I light a fire and play guitar 

         Dm                C              Am
So I can blend in when the wind begins to blow.

                 F                        Em
    But then the sudden señorita speaking softly from the darkness:

        Am   Dm       Em           E7     Am
    "Estás tocando tu guitarra por me, Forastero?"