Текст песни Gumbo - Santana
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                mouse 
                                                starin' 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                window
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                car 
                                                is 
                                                trapped 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                planning 
                                                    a 
                                                family 
                                                vacation
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                he 
                                                just 
                                                can't 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Around 
                                                the 
                                                next 
                                                corner's 
                                                    a 
                                                red 
                                                bird
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                feathers 
                                                are 
                                                trapped 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                sling
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                passed 
                                                by 
                                                some 
                                                gunslinging 
                                                parrot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who's 
                                                jealous 
                                                he 
                                                ain't 
                                                got 
                                                no 
                                                grin
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                ain't 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                stash 
                                                the 
                                                gumbo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                rattle 
                                                around 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                cage
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sacrificed 
                                                child's 
                                                made 
                                                bubbles
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                spittle 
                                                is 
                                                everywhere 
                                                enraged
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                hot 
                                                sand 
                                                or 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                my 
                                                feet
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                blistered 
                                                and 
                                                caked 
                                                with 
                                                debris
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chez 
                                                rolez 
                                                is 
                                                guarding 
                                                the 
                                                tote 
                                                board
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                angry 
                                                piddles 
                                                with 
                                                glee
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                fool 
                                                writing 
                                                notes 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                sandpaper
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                sending 
                                                them 
                                                off 
                                                to 
                                                himself
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                gets 
                                                them 
                                                    a 
                                                couple 
                                                days 
                                                later
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                put 
                                                them 
                                                along 
                                                his 
                                                top 
                                                shelf
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                shavings
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                carve 
                                                up 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                hunk 
                                                of 
                                                wood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remembering 
                                                to 
                                                check 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                sausage
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                got 
                                                cooking 
                                                somewhere 
                                                look 
                                                good
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Batuka
2 No One to Depend On
3 Taboo
4 Toussaint L’Overture
5 Everybody's Everything
6 Guajira
7 Jungle Strut
8 Everything's Coming Our Way
9 Para los Rumberos
10 Gumbo
11 Folsom Street
12 Banbeye
13 No One to Depend On - Live
14 Batuka - Live
15 Taboo - Live
16 Toussaint L'Overture - Live
17 Jungle Strut (Live)
18 Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen (Live)
19 Incident At Neshabur - Live
20 In A Silent Way - Live
21 Para los Rumberos - Live
22 Savor - Live
23 Gumbo - Live
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