And the bass keeps runnin' runnin'
(And runnin' runnin')
(Ah-lah-m-lah-lah)
I met this girl late last year
She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear"
I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend thinking that the trouble could wait
And then I jumped right in, a week later returned
I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and the bottle of gin
We'll be in the sheets 'til the late A.M.
Baby, if you wanted me, then you should've just said
She's singing
Don't, with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my own
I don't want to know that, babe
Don't, with my love
I told her she knows
Take aim and reload
I don't want to know that, babe
(Ah-lah-m-lah-lah)
Havana, ooh-na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh but my heart is in Havana
There's something 'bout his manners
Havana, ooh-na-na
He didn't walk up with that "How you doin'?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there's a lot of girls, I can do with
(But I can't without you)
I knew him forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And Papa says he's got malo in him
He got me feeling like
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feeling like
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
We need someone to lean on
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
All we need is somebody to lean on
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
We need someone to lean on
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
All we need is somebody to lean on
Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
Havana, ooh-na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of heart is in Havana
There's something 'bout his manners
Havana, ooh-na