Havana Moon

Voy por la vereda tropical
La noche plena de quietud
Con su perfume de humedad
Se oye el rumor de una cancion de
Amor y de piedad
Con ella ful noche tras noche hasta
El mar
Para besar su boca fresca de amor
Y mejuro quererme mas y mas
Sin olvidar jamas aquellas noche
Junto al mar
Hoy solo me queda recordar
Mis ojos mueren de llorar
Y mi alma muere de esperar
Porque se fue
Tu le dejaste en vereda tropical
Hasta volve mi
Quiero besar su boca otra vez
Junto al mar
(repeat)
Vereda tropical

You better take it easy baby
Before you go away
You did me dirty
You'll get yours one day


Chorus:
You better
Watch your step...
Talkin' about you
Watch your step...
You better
Watch your step...


Keep your eyes open wide
'cause you'll be hurtin' down inside


You better leave me all your money
Before you go away
Don't think i'm funny honey
All i've got to say


Chorus


'cause when you took your love
From me
You left me full of misery
I'm gonna be all right


Chorus


When you need me by your side
I'm gonna say go somewhere and hide
Watch your step...
You better watch out baby
Everything you do
I'm gonna keep my eyes focused,
Right on you
You better walk right baby
There's just one thing i know
You better watch your step...
When you need me by your side
I'm gonna say go somewhere and hide

Where's my pal, where's my friend
All good things must have an end
Sad things and nothings
On and on they go
I guess he went to mexico


Chorus:
They all went to mexico
Buenas dias, got to go
Tengo que obedecer
Mi corazon
They all went to mexico
Where's my mule, where's my dray
Straw hat's packed up and gone
Away
Mule don't go north and dray go slow
They both went to mexico
Where's my sweetie, where's the face
That lit dark corners every place
She put up with me long time you know
And then she had to go to mexico


Chorus


Wheres my brown dog, where's my hound
He liked my truck he hung around
But he's a canine romeo
And i guess he went to mexico
Where's that woman so sweet, so mean
Her heart was cautious her mind was keen
She was always looking for the peccadillo
I hope she went to mexico


Chorus


Where's december's happy crew
With german bikes and sidecars too
They take the truck south to st. louis, mo
Motorcycle all the way to mexico
Where's my luck, where's my grace
Has it all been just a foolish chase
Every time i hear that rainy chill wind blow
I think it might be time to head to mexico