Havana Moon — The Band

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All alone with a jug of rum Sittin' waiting for the boat to come Along the line they quietly dock The boat she's late since twelve o-clock And watch the tides come breezing in Below the moon but high they went

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Still all alone, I open a rum I wonder when the boat should come American girl comes back to me We sail away across the sea The dock in New York, the building is high We'll find a home up in the sky

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Still all alone, sipping on a rum Still wonder when the boat should come And bring my love, oh sweet little thing She rocks 'n' rolls, she can dance and sing She holds me tight, and she touches my lips I had the clothes, and my heart she flips

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