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  1. Havana Afternoon

From the album Sitting In Aztec Chairs

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Lyrics

© 2015 Woody Moran

Listen to the sound of a drummer playing a rhumba beat
Children laughing, only stickball to play.
Hot sun, old men in the shade of a tree
Playin' dominos with Cool Willie, who never knew his Hemingway

Wrap-around veranda, smoking a big cigar
Kickin' back mojitos in Peg’s saloon
Beautiful senorita playin' soft guitar
It’s the perfect place and time, Havana afternoon.

CHORUS
Hey-o, oh don’t you know, seems like everyone’s smoking a Monte Cristo
Served by a strong, black woman with sweet coffee.
Hey-o, drivin' the back roads to the beautiful town of Santiago
Warm waters of sparkling Caribbean Sea.
’56 Buick and a man named Slim Shady.

Never seen so many pictures drawn on a wall
Disappearing at night on sensuous streets
Join the Sunday crowd, stroll the Malecon
Waves crash over the sidewalk and onto your feet.

Wrap-around veranda, smoking a big cigar
Kickin' back mojitos in Peg’s saloon
Beautiful senorita playin' soft guitar
It’s the perfect place and time, Havana afternoon.

CHORUS
Hey-o, oh don’t you know, seems like everyone’s smoking a Monte Cristo
Served by a strong, black woman with sweet coffee.
Hey-o, drivin' the back roads to the beautiful town of Santiago
Warm waters of sparkling Caribbean Sea.

Hey-o, oh don’t you know, seems like everyone’s smoking a Monte Cristo
Served by a strong, black woman with sweet coffee.
Hey-o, drivin' the back roads to the beautiful town of Santiago
Warm waters of sparkling Caribbean Sea.
’56 Buick and a man named Slim Shady.