29.Desperation Samba(Live)
Written：Jimmy Buffett／Will Jennings
This song brings to mind two things. First, an image of Robert
Mitchum
standing in the doorway of a bar in Tijuana, and Second, a line
by
Thomas McGuane, my brother-in-law, from his book, PANAMA,
'The night wrote a check the morning couldn't cash.'
Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Spoken：
'Tss, tss tss'
'Hey, psst amigo!'
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
＊Notes：
Background Vocals： Timothy B. Schmit, Harry Stinson
Featuring Reggie Young on gut string guitar and
Harrison Ford on the bullwhip
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