Who You Wit
Ay, mamá (aé)
óyeme mi negra (oé)
corazón bendito
óyeme, mi negra
corazón bendito
no le des disgusto
a tu papacito
no le des disgusto
a tu papacito
Eh,... oh...
ay, Lolita, oh...
(¡AlÃÂnea!)
A màno me gustan, Lola
a màno me gustan
las mujeres ajenas
a màno me gustan
las mujeres ajenas
tienen un sabor
a la
Long Black Train
(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm)
I've been walking these mean streets
Hard concrete beneath my feet
Ain't found a friendly face among the crowd
The city's like a Christmas tree
A light for every dreamer's dream
But it seems mine has finally burned out
Long black train, take me home
I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
Long black train, take me home
I should've known I was mistaken
When I thought that I'd be making
A name for myself in Babylon
Though I've tried to do my best
The suit and ties are not impressed
So with what's left of my pride, I'll carry on
Long black train, take me home
I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
Long black train, take me home
I'm gonna trade my guitar for a ticket
Then climb aboard and ride you down the track
I know I'm licked, but it's hard to admit it
Maybe someday you can bring me back
Long black train, take me home
I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
Long black train, take me home
Long black train, take me home