Found a place in the southern reachesnA day or two in a saddle ridenIf you're looking for leather breechesnThey've got some damn good hidesnIf you're looking for the wild countrynAnd you can live without John WaynenThere's a place that is down in historynUnder the name of SpainnUnder the name of SpainnnIf you want to leave the clouds behind younTake a walk into sunshinenPlenty of it in the southern reachesnWhere they're making future winenLooks a little like CalifornianPrickly pears and rolling plainsnIt's a place I could fly my flag todaynUnder the name of SpainnUnder the name of SpainnnWe knew that it was love at first sightnnWatch them move into the futurenGot a lot of catching up to donHope they take a lesson from their neighboursnThat'll show 'em what not to donShould've happened for them in the 30'snBut the pleasure got caught in painnEnded up like the bull in the china shopnUnder the name of SpainnUnder the name of SpainnnWe knew that it was love at first sightnWe knew that it was love at first sight