Over the Borderline

Rafael and Castro Were born on the same day On the beautiful isle of Cuba Just several miles away Both born in the countryside The exact time isn't clear Both full of Cuban pride... 1926 was the year Rafael was born dark Of the Afro-Cuban race Castro had light skin... And a smooth Spanish face Rafael Canivaro used to play drums He hung out in bars Drove American cars...and Chomped on cigars with his barrio chums They spoke of politics And the working mans pain Laughed at the USA's dirty tricks And played futbol in the rain That was before Castro Antes de la revolucion When Cuba was free Though life wasn't perfect Prosperity was on the rise And a certain lady... Had that look in her eyes He now lives north of Havana In a west coast Florida town While its not his little isle There are Cubans all around And they sit on a bench Under a Banyan tree Consumed by a game of chess Dreaming of 1943... At the age of 20...he was rolling ciga...

Cove girl You wear it so proudly Of this little village Cove girl you curse it so loudly Eyes sparkle like Gulf coast emerald The color of our beautiful sea Blond hair as fine as the sand And tall like a sugar pine tree You grew up wild on this spit of land A dense plantation surrounded by bay Where an array of palm trees fan A place where dolphin come to play The Cove... Home to the eclectic and rouge Who mingle under the ancient oak Listening to a strumming guitar jingle Everyone bumming a smoke Beer cans pile up before midnight Turn to upraised bottles of booze Out on the water fishermen fight While on a starlight angling cruise And the good folks head off for prayers On bended knee at the holy steeple They're just one of the many layers That make up the village of Cove people But Cove girl its you That I know the best It was you that helped me When I was in distress I may not be from around here And who knows how long I may stay Ma...