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letra de caribbean island - jay leonhart

woke up one morning on a caribbean island
woke up drunk wishing i were dead
when music from a saxophone it filled up the morning
worked like fifty aspirins on my head
i asked myself what was a saxophone player
doin’ all the way down here
down here ‘midst the natives in the caribbean sun
surrounded by the ocean crystal clear
so i got up out of bed, tried to clear my head
and find the music i heard that morn
out with the tourists and chiquitas sipping morning margaritas
was a young man playing on his h-rn
he’d stroll amidst the tables play his h-rn like charlie parker
island rhythm section tag along
it seemed to be just impossible to me
so i sat and listened to him all day long
all day long
later we did talk, i told him if he had to
he should walk to new york city
he could make it if he tried
later on i heard he took me at my word
he went to new york city, got a habit, and died
got a habit and died

- jay leonhart

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