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Sometimes I get to feeling low
Wish I could just pick up and go
Somewhere new change my point of view
Maybe somewhere I don’t know
Toss the idea to and fro
Not sure what makes it come and go
There it is again sweet music on the wind
Over the Gulf of Mexico

I’m going to down to Cuba someday soon
Following that Caribbean moon
It’s been too long since I’ve been there
I’m going down there to see my friends
Down where the rhythm never ends
Where women wear gardenias in their hair

People will tell you it’s not easy
You’re not supposed to go, they say
They say that Cuba is the enemy
I’m going down there anyway

I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends
Down where the rhythm never ends
And no problem is too difficult to solve
Yeah times are tough down there it’s true
But you know they’re gonna make it through
They make such continuous use of the verb to resolve
They’ve got to deal with that embargo
Enough to drive any country insane
They might not know the things you and I know
They do know what to do in a hurricane
Maybe I’ll go through Mexico
Old Jesse Helms don’t have to know
Anyway all the allies of the USA
Travel to Cuba everyday

I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends
Down where the rhythm never ends
Where by comparison my trouble will just unravel
I’m North American, you know
Don’t like to hear where I can’t go
Free people will insist on the freedom to travel

I’m gonna drink the running mojito
And walk out on the malecón
In one hand a monte cristo
And in the other an ice cream cone

I’m going down to cuba with my band
We’re going to formulate a plan
Whereby we obtain that cultural delusion

If I told you once I told you thrice
It’ll put a smile on your face to see a Chevrolet with a soviet transmission
I bet the country cast a spell
And there are things I think of still
Like the beauty of that woman that spoke to me
In the hotel nacional

I’m gonna book my flight today
I’m definitely on my way
Just hold my place and I’ll get back in the race
And I’m back in the USA
Sometimes I get to feeling low   Wish I could just pick up and go    Somewhere new change my point of view   Maybe somewhere I don’t know   Toss the idea to and fro   Not sure what makes it come and go   There it is again sweet music on the wind   Over the Gulf of Mexico      I’m going to down to Cuba someday soon   Following that Caribbean moon   It’s been too long since I’ve been there   I’m going down there to see my friends   Down where the rhythm never ends   Where women wear gardenias in their hair      People will tell you it’s not easy   You’re not supposed to go, they say   They say that Cuba is the enemy   I’m going down there anyway      I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends   Down where the rhythm never ends   And no problem is too difficult to solve   Yeah times are tough down there it’s true   But you know they’re gonna make it through   They make such continuous use of the verb to resolve   They’ve got to deal with that embargo   Enough to drive any country insane   They might not know the things you and I know   They do know what to do in a hurricane   Maybe I’ll go through Mexico   Old Jesse Helms don’t have to know   Anyway all the allies of the USA   Travel to Cuba everyday      I’m going down to Cuba to see my friends    Down where the rhythm never ends   Where by comparison my trouble will just unravel   I’m North American, you know   Don’t like to hear where I can’t go   Free people will insist on the freedom to travel      I’m gonna drink the running mojito   And walk out on the malecón   In one hand a monte cristo   And in the other an ice cream cone      I’m going down to cuba with my band    We’re going to formulate a plan   Whereby we obtain that cultural delusion      If I told you once I told you thrice   It’ll put a smile on your face to see a Chevrolet with a soviet transmission   I bet the country cast a spell   And there are things I think of still   Like the beauty of that woman that spoke to me    In the hotel nacional      I’m gonna book my flight today   I’m definitely on my way   Just hold my place and I’ll get back in the race   And I’m back in the USA
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