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Me all alone with jug of rum |
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Me stand and wait for the boat to come |
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Is lonely night, is quiet the dark |
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The boat she's late and it's twelve o' clock |
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Me watchin' the tide easin' in |
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Is low the moon but high the wind |
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Havana moon |
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Havana moon |
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Me all alone, me open the rum |
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Is long the wait for the boat to come |
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American girl come back to me |
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Sail way across the sea |
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We dock in New York with the buildings high |
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We find a home up in the sky |
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Havana moon |
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Havana moon |
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Me still alone, me drinkin' the rum |
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Begin to think that the boat no come |
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American girl she tell a lie |
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She say till then but she mean goodbye |
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Havana moon |
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Havana moon |
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Me lay down alone, no good the rum |
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Me fall asleep and the boat she come |
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The girl she look till come the dawn |
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She weep and she cry return for home |
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The whistle blow me open my eyes |
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Bright the sun, blue the sky |
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Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run |
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Me see the boat head for horizon |
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Havana moon is goin' to run |
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The boat she sail, me love she gone |
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Havana moon |
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Havana moon |
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