Maria was fixin’ her eyes on the back of the room
Waiting for young Juan Morerra to step into the light
Of the bar where I sat and I lit up a fresh Chesterfield
I guess I didn’t know what I didn’t know
The old man was playing an ancient Egyptian guitar
Maria was dancing I sipped on my Scotch at the bar
When just then Morerra walked in with a gun in his hand
And still I didn’t know what I didn’t know
I gotta get back to Sevilla
I gotta get back to Seville
I gotta see my sweet Maria
I gotta get back to Seville
Well the room filled with smoke and I followed Morerra into the street
The city was silent except for the tolling of the bell
The old man lay dying, Maria was wringing her hands
I guess I didn’t know what I didn’t know
The gypsies were smoking hashish while the bonfire burned
The stars they were shining, the moon and the world they did turn
The ponies were saddled, Maria lit up a cigar
I guess I didn’t know what I didn’t know
I gotta get back to Sevilla
I gotta get back to Seville
I gotta see my sweet Maria
I gotta get back to Seville
I gotta get back to Sevilla
I gotta get back to Seville
I gotta find my sweet Maria