Lyrics
She came from Madrid, just a crazy kid
Met her down in Cadiz
I think you know where that is
I'd been travelling far, playing my guitar
Pulling señoritas
They said I played like manitas
Looking for a few pesetas
Took a job as a singing waiter
And drank tequila, danced the night away
I was sprawled across the table
And making love to a Spanish Betty Grable
I never did get to know the lady's name
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
She asked me to take her hand
To stay with her and to be her man
To make promises impossible to keep
I'd be delighted, even get excited
Valentina, I really need some sleep
"Si Señor, I will lock the door"
Next thing I know I was crawling across the floor
Trying to find a window
And get the hell out of here
Trying to keep my head above water
When in came a hotel porter, he said
"Take your hands of my daughter and play that guitar, sing it!"
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
Everybody! Everybody! Everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, everybody!
One more reggae for the road
Gotta sing it to you before I go, before I go, before I go
