Sambra Nights from Jerboa! by Echodjek
Tracklist
| 3. | Sambra Nights | 2:13 |
Lyrics
The man sits alone at the Bourbon street bar
nursin' his brew and a Cuban cigar
The band plays on to a steady beat
and the sound of footsteps on the wet city street
Streetlights are shining
on the wet cobblestones
The smugglers scurry
from their dens into their homes
The air is filled
with the talk of contraband
And the night is long
so goes the playing of the band
The old pool table still
sees a game each night
But the bartender's done
breaking up fights
Now the chips are scattered
all over the floor
There's a smoking gun
and an open door
The crates at the docks
full of Arabian wine
And the boss wants em gone
before the sun shines
The rusty boilers rattle
to move the ships along
And the boss won't be pleased
unless their out before the dawn
The rookery fills
as the day draws near
And the crooks realize
their latent fears
The boarded up windows
won't let in light
It's a fitting end
to a Sambra Night
