Jimmy Buffett - Buffett Hotel Lyrics

Well, the train slipped in to the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
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It's an outpost in transition
Where the faithful in the bar
Know from the whistle and the squeekin' wheel
That the next stop is Dakar
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Talk on the radio, talk on the street
Talk of men with money and local from the heat
Talk about the rail band picking up the beat
We left that crazy union with the headlights on the jeep

And there's history on that jukebox
Where the spies and scoundrels dwell
It was the place to go in Bamako
Direcion Buffet Hotel, direcion Buffet Hotel

Now we're lost in the Sahara
For hours north of Tombouctou
Looking for a nomad who knows
Or maybe some wandering Jew
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And we heard that Taurog combo?
We had come so very far
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind, sand and the stars
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Sand in the couscous, sand in the wine
There was sand in my guitar case and stories in my mind
Machine guns on the hilltop, camels in my tent
Buried in a sandstorm as the music came and went

Well, we crawled out of that desert
And the storm erased our tracks
The Sahara showed her heart to us
And then she took it back

Well, we made it back to Bamako
Before that last call bell
We bought rounds for all our newfound friends
We owned Buffet Hotel
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I recall diplomats and hookers
I saw strangers digging wells
And for that one great night in Bamako
We owned Buffet Hotel