A Hitch Hiker Tale (Perfumada Brisa...)

Bare with me... ' Perfumada brisa que llego del arenal trayndo sonrisas y una boquita oriental Lloro por tu querer mi pobre corazon porque to adoro con loca pasion! ? (ringing out! ! !) Neighbor yells: What the hell, are you on crack cocaine? No, but I'll tell you about a night on a train. Twas I the hitch hiker, in a country far South I rode on trains, hitch hiked, lived hand to mouth. One night real late on a train going far I heard some locals, good and sauced, sing out loud, with guitar! I thought it was so great I listened closely to remember it straight like written mostly Perfumada brisa... it still gives me RISA (laughter) I remember it so well, so many years after! There is my tail, it's really not too long Just another hairy story why my heart is so full of song!