Testo:
Running Down To Cuba
(heard from John Townley, 1987)
To Cuba's coast we are bound, me boys,
'Way, me boys, for Cuba!
To Cuba's coast, now don't you make a noise,
And we're running down to Cuba
The captain he will trim the sails
Winging the water over the rails
Oh my God! How the wind do blow
Running south from the ice and the snow
Give me a gal who can dance the 'dango
Round as a melon and sweet as a mango
To Cuba's coast we are bound away
To Cuba's coast at the breaking of the day
(I've got a gal about nine feet tall etc etc_)
@sailor
filename[ CUBARUN
RG
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
(heard from John Townley, 1987)
To Cuba's coast we are bound, me boys,
'Way, me boys, for Cuba!
To Cuba's coast, now don't you make a noise,
And we're running down to Cuba
The captain he will trim the sails
Winging the water over the rails
Oh my God! How the wind do blow
Running south from the ice and the snow
Give me a gal who can dance the 'dango
Round as a melon and sweet as a mango
To Cuba's coast we are bound away
To Cuba's coast at the breaking of the day
(I've got a gal about nine feet tall etc etc_)
@sailor
filename[ CUBARUN
RG
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
