Jerry Reed - Caribbean Lyrics
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Caribbean
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What Are The Lyrics For Caribbean By Jerry Reed?
Oh, have you ever been down to Haiti
When the summer sun was sinkin' low There's nothin' but romance just everwhere you glance And the native hearts are all aglow But when the Cuban Queen comes upon the scene They all stare like a statue out of stone And when they realize what's before their eyes The other girls are left all alone Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms Up in a tree so high, way up in the sky Sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb He wonders why the people go to so much trouble Just to try and be like him He doesn't understand that it's a lady's hand That makes a heart feel so sublime But before too long he starts to sing the song And then he gets in the Conga line Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms Columbus searched for spices But he missed the nicest part of the Caribbean He didn't see the charms and the open arms It was the gold that he was seein' But I'm glad he missed the sweetest thing I've kissed 'Cause we're on our honeymoon I'm so sorry Chris to talk about you like this But you were five hundred years too soon Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms |
Who Wrote Caribbean By Jerry Reed?
Mitchell Torok
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