HAVANA MOONChuck BerryHavana moon, Havana moonMe all alone with jug of rumMe stand and wait for boat to comeIt's long the night, it's quiet the dockThe boat she late since 12 o'clockMe watch the tide easin' inIs low the moon, but high the windHavana moon, Havana moonMe all alone, me open the rumIt's long the wait for boat to comeAmerican girl come back to meWe'll sail away across the seaWe'll dock in New York, the buildings highWe'll find a home up in the skyHavana moon, Havana moonMe still alone, me sip on the rumMe wonder where the boat she comeTo bring me love, ow! Sweet little thingShe rock and roll, she dance and singShe hold me tight, she touch me lipsMe eyes they close, me heart she flipHavana moon, Havana moonBut still alone, me drinkin' the rumBegin to think the boat no comeAmerican girl, she tell a lieShe say till then, she mean goodbyeHavana moon, Havana moonMe lay down alone, was good the rumMe fall asleep, the boat she comeThe girl she look till come the dawnShe weep and cry, "Return for home"The whistle blow, me open me eyesWas bright the sun, was blue the skyMe grab me shoes, me jump and runMe see the boat head for horizonHavana moon, is gone the rumThe boat she sail, me love she goneHavana moon, Havana moonFrom: Collins Crapo
