I well I wish I was drunk in Havana
I wish I was at the Mardi Gras
I wish I had me two pretty ladies on a buckboard down
On the South Georgia farm
Run, run, run were the coyotes roam
Never to return to the transit road
That's were they bury the American dead
That's were they bury the American dead
Well I wish I had one drop of liquor that runs like a
River in the cotton wood hills
Making me forget the maggots, and the chiggers
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still
Run, run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Well I wish I was a helmsman on a clipper
Bound for the Spanish main
Breathing fancy breezes
Gold Jamaican sugar cane
Run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Shake it out
Run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
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I well I wish I was drunk in Havana
I wish I was at the Mardi Gras
I wish I had me two pretty ladies on a buckboard down
On the South Georgia farm
Run, run, run were the coyotes roam
Never to return to the transit road
That's were they bury the American dead
That's were they bury the American dead
Well I wish I had one drop of liquor that runs like a
River in the cotton wood hills
Making me forget the maggots, and the chiggers
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still
Run, run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Well I wish I was a helmsman on a clipper
Bound for the Spanish main
Breathing fancy breezes
Gold Jamaican sugar cane
Run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Shake it out
Run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I wish I was at the Mardi Gras
I wish I had me two pretty ladies on a buckboard down
On the South Georgia farm
Run, run, run were the coyotes roam
Never to return to the transit road
That's were they bury the American dead
That's were they bury the American dead
Well I wish I had one drop of liquor that runs like a
River in the cotton wood hills
Making me forget the maggots, and the chiggers
I'd like to spend an evening with a moonshine still
Run, run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Well I wish I was a helmsman on a clipper
Bound for the Spanish main
Breathing fancy breezes
Gold Jamaican sugar cane
Run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Shake it out
Run, run, were the wild wind blows
Never to return to the transit road
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
I could drink a hatful of the Tennessee rain
Writer: Joe Strummer
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.