90 - Running Down To Cuba

To Cuba’s coast we’re bound me boys
Way, me boys, for Cuba
To Cuba’s coast boys, don’t you make a noise
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba
Running down to Cuba

The Captain he will trim the sails
Way, me boys, for Cuba
Flinging the water out over the rails
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba…

Oh my lord! how the wind do blow
Way, me boys, for Cuba
Running South from the ice and snow
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba…

Oh, I’ve got a sister who’s nine feet tall
Way, me boys, for Cuba
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba…

Give me a gal who can dance Fandango
Way, me boys, for Cuba
I’ll woo her with melon, papaya and mango
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba…

To Cuba’s coast we are bound, away
Way, me boys, for Cuba
To Cuba’s coast at the breaking of the day
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba…