VENEZUELA

(John Jacob Niles)



I met her in Venezuela

With a basket on her head.

If she loved others she did not say

But I knew she'd do tp pass away

To pass away the time in Venezuela.

To pass away the time in Venezuela.



I bought her a beautiful sash, a sash of blue

A beautiful sash of blue.

Because I knew that she would do

With all the tricks I knew she new

To pass away the time in Venezuela.

To pass away the time in Venezuela.



An when the ship, the ship put out to sea

The ship put out to see.

And she was taking leave of me

I said, "Cheer up. There'll always be

Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela.

Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela."



Her lingo was strange, but the thought of her beautiful smile,

The thought of her beautiful smile.

Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile

For she was my girl and she did for a while

To pass away the time in Venezuela,

To pass away the time in Venezuela.



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