Strumming my Guitarro

A married man will bring you shame
[For] he'll go home tomorrow
I'd rather spend my nights alone
Strumming my guitarro, strumming my guitarro

          I've been in love a dozen times
          I'll love again tomorrow
          But now my weary heart and mind
          [Just?] cry with my guitarro, cry with my guitarro]

A single man will take your heart
And in its place leave sorrow
So someone else can have my part
I'll caress my guitarro, caress my guitarro

         I've been married, I've been single
         They both led to sorrow
         [But I'll admit the nights get cold]
         Strumming my guitarro, strumming my guitarro