Well the train slipped into the station A worn out steel blue soul A relic from colonial days When the French were still in control Lorsque les Francais ont ete en controle
It's an outpost in transition Where the faithful in the bar Know from the whistle and the squeaking wheels That the next stop is Dakar La prochaine etape etait Dakar
Talk on the radio Talk on the street Talk of men with money loco from the heat Talk about the rail band Pickin up the beat We lit that great reunion 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 Direction Buffet Hotel Direction Buffet Hotel
Now we're lost in the Sahara Four hours north of Tombouctou Lookin' for a nomad who knows Or maybe some wandering Jew Allons a Essakane, Syndou (Get us to Essakana, Syndou)
Then we heard that Tuareg combo We had come so very far And we were welcomed out of history By the wind, the sand and the stars J'ai commence a le percevoir
Sand in the couscous Sand in the wine There was sand in my guitar case 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 Nous avons eu Buffet Hotel
I recall dipomats And hookers I saw strangers diggin' wells And for that one great night in Bamako We owned Buffet HotelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
