Текст песни El Camino Real - Jonathan Wilson

Every day I have a wish
That the Haitian man will have fresh fish
And as I walk to greet him
1000 miles beneath my mind
Corn, liquor and barbeque
Lexington or Compton
And as I sit to eat
1000 leagues beneath the sea

El Camino Real, El Camino Real
Won′t you guide me to your border crossing town?

I heat up my favorite dish
And get on back to the music
And when I'm with you dear
That energy, it fills my mind
Every day we deviate
Every day′s somebody's birthday
And when we lay to rest
We all must drift to sleep

El Camino Real, El Camino Real
Won't you guide me to your border crossing town?

El Camino Real, El Camino Real
Won′t you guide me to your border crossing town?

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El Camino Real, El Camino Real
El Camino Real, El Camino Real
El Camino Real, El Camino Real
Won′t you guide me to your border crossing town?