Sweet Angelina
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(The call of the road is strong. While spreading our brand of aloha across the globe is our goal, it's always great to get back home to the comforting arms of the islands.)
Sweet Angelina,
Won’t you take me home, wrap me in your warm tender arms,
Past the statue of Jesus and the blue neon lights.
We dined on mango margaritas, ate lobsters as they fell from the sky.
Sweet Josey of New York City
The patron saint of my troubles, the cure for my wandering ways.
you’re the woman who loves me, as I trip on my brain,
Stumblin’, falling in love with you twice, twice in one day.
Why do you cry when I just have to go,
You know that I was born to fly.
Sweet Henrietta
Won’t you tell me of your Euro days and the things you have seen.
Would you pardon me ma’am, I think my ride is here,
I’ve got a window seat on a song and it’s sunny and clear.
She said, “Hoop, hoop, hoop, Charlie, won’t you come home
She said, “Hoop, hoop, hoop, Charlie, won’t you come home.
Why do you cry when I just have to go,
You know that I was born to fly.
Sweet Ululani,
My island girl who’s there when the road makes me feel weary.
You’ll always be there for me, on these tropical shores,
As we walk hand and hand, I hear the ocean’s deafening roar.
She said, “Hoop, hoop, hoop, Charlie, it’s good to have you home.”
She said, “Hoop, hoop, hoop, Charlie, it’s good to have you home.”
ny city wah & ipu, frank
mandolin, curtis vanderloop
nylon slack key & synth horns, bob
bow bow vocals, brudda pat kearns
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