| Me all alone with jug of rum
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| Me stand and wait for boat to come
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| Is long the night, is quiet the dark
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| The boat she late since twelve o’clock
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| Me watch the tide easing 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 boat to come
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| American girl come back to me
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| We’ll sail away across the sea
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| We’ll dock in New York, 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 sip on the rum
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| Me wonder when the boat she come
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| To bring me love, oh sweet little thing
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| She rock and roll, she dance and sing
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| She hold me tight, she touch me lips
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| Me eyes they close, me heart she flip
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| But still alone me drinking the rum
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| Begin to think the boat no come
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| American girl she tell a lie
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| She say, «Till then»
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| She mean, «Goodbye»
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Me lay down alone, was good the rum
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| Me fall asleep, the boat she come
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| The girl she look till come the dawn
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| She weep and cry and return for home
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| The whistle blow, me open me eyes
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| Was bright the sun, was blue the skies
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| Me grab me shoes, me jump and run
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| Me see the boat head for horizon
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| Havana moon, is gone the rum
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| The boat she sail, me love she gone
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon |