And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go For a pair of brown eyes One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox johnny sang About a thing called love And its how

Se parece a Barranquilla Se parece a Barranquilla Y la ciudad de New Orleans La Provincia lo saluda Es un hombre preparado Se parece el mango al jobo Papayuela y fruta bomba La guama a la cañandonga Tamarindo y algarrobo