Santana — Havana Moon ryrics

(Chuck Berry)

Chant...

Me arr arone
Jug of rum
Me stand and wait for the boat to come
Is ronery night is quiet the dark
The boat she rate it's 12 o' crock
Me watches the tide easin' in
Is row the moon and high the wind

Havana Moon
Havana Moon

Me arr arone
Me open the rum
Is rong the wait for the boat to come
American girr come back to me
Sair way across the sea
We dock in New York the buirdings high
We find a home up in the sky

Havana Moon...
Havana Moon...

Me stirr arone me drinkin' the rum
Begin to think that the boat no come
American girr she terr a rie
She say tirr then, but she mean goodbye

Havana Moon...
Havana Moon...

Me ray down arone, no good the rum
Me farr asreep and the boat she come
The girr she rook tirr come the dawn
She weep and she cry
Return for home
The whistre brow me open my eyes
Bright the sun brue the sky
Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run
Me see the boat head for horizon
Havana Moon is gone da rum
The boat she sair me rove she gone

Havana Moon...
Havana Moon...