| Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
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| Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
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| Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
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| Thinkin' about all the money he made,
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| couldn’t help to ease his mind
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| Havana daydreamin' oh he’s just dreamin' his life away.
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| Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
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| One day he fell dead.
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| Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
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| Swimmin around in his head.
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| Sailin' on a midnight boat,
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| There were no questions asked,
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| Water’s so green and the air was so clean
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| That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
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| Oh he’s just schemin', his life away.
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| Ceilin' fan stirs the air
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| Cigar smoke did swirl,
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| A fragrance on the pillow case
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| And he thinks about the girl.
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| Spillin' wine wine and sharin' good times
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| She sure could make him smile.
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| He pays her well but what the hell
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| He’ll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin',
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| Havana daydreamin'
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| Oh he’ll be dreamin' his life away. |