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I’ll bring out the bourbon, You can bring out the beer You can tell me your story, of how you ended up here We can drink all night and hang out all day Expatriated Americans livin out the USA Now I’m down here in Bocas, Just layin low Off the coast of Panama, South of Mexico Where the living's cheap, and the talk is too Where you don’t know me, and I don’t know you I’ll talk some trash and you can tell me some lies Cause we both know that we can’t give up our alibis But when that sun goes down and the jungle comes alive Then we can tell each other exactly what’s on our minds I like Gene Autry, the way he sings his tales You like Roy Rogers and his sweetheart named Dale The way they lived their lives up on the silver screen Out there in Hollywood in the American dream I’ll talk some trash and you can tell me some lies Cause we both know that we can’t give up our alibis But when that sun goes down and the jungle comes alive Then we can tell each other exactly what’s on our minds And I’ll bring out the bourbon, you bring out the tea Letras de cancionesThen you can tell me everything that’s wrong with me We’ll put the cards on the table, let's get this right We can solve all the problems, in the world tonight We’ll put our cards on the table, and get this right We can solve all the problems in the world tonight We can solve all the problems in the world tonight From Letras Mania