From the recording Sitting In Aztec Chairs

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Lyrics

© 2015 Woody Moran

A grave decision, Sitting in Aztec chairs
Change our lives, change our reason, New latitudes come to bear.

Heard a wise man say, To be nobody but yourself.
In a world which is doing its best night & day, To make you somebody else

CHORUS 1
Gringos in Paradise, crossing over to the other side.
Gringos in Paradise, better hold on for the ride.

On the road, Guadalupe and I
Chasing encounters, Arrival in the dust, we can testify.

CHORUS 2
Gringos in Paradise, crossing over to the other side.
Gringos in Paradise, better hold on for the ride.
Iguanas and orange juice, Sunday at the rodeo
Gringos in Paradise, don’t know which way to go.
Don’t know which way to go……….

A perfect day, a perfect sunset on the beach.
Living it up, living it up, wish we saw a little more family
Hot sun on the sand, the shades’ just out of reach
Take a boat; I’m heading out to sea.

Saw a beautiful thing in downtown Buenos Aires, Heard a seductive beat.
Didn’t understand the madness, There were hundreds of people dancing in the street.
Hundreds of people dancing in the street.

Gringos in Paradise, crossing over to the other side.
Gringos in Paradise, better hold on for the ride.
better hold on for the ride.

better hold on for the ride.