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Buffett Jimmy Havana Daydreamin

He pays her well but what the hell He'll be movin' in a little while Havana daydreamin' Boy he's just dreamin' His life away Havana daydreamin' Boy

If I was a road dog, baby All of my songs were true Reckon' I'd like my whiskey drinkin' a whole lot more than I do But I don't know about the good life

I live on a big round ball I never do dream I may fall And even one day if I do Well I'll jump up and smile back at you I don't even know where we are

One o'clock in the mornin', people pilin' into the door. Drinks are still comin' in and I'm barely hummin' and the audience is screamin' for more. Somebody

It was late in the evenin' just a few of us pickin', but the lady she played so easy and fine. And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever

[Chorus:] There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street Stoppin' every man that she does meet Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet I'll show you

sharin' good times She sure could make him smile. He pays her well but what the hell He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin', Havana daydreamin

I live on a big round ball I never do dream I may fall And even one day if I do Well, I'll jump up and smile back at you I don't even know where we are

By: jimmy buffett, jane slagsvol One o'clock in mornin' People pilin' in thru the door Drinks are still comin' and I'm barely hummin' And the audience