"The Tropics" as written by and Higgins/limbo....
So you've come to the Tropics
And heard all you had to do
Was sit in the shade of a coconut glade
The pesos rolling to you

They told you that at the border
But get your directions straight
Hear what it did to another kid
Before you decide your fate

I started out to be honest
Put everything on the square
But a boy can't fool with the Golden Rule
With a crowd that won't play fair

It was a case of winning in a dirty race
Or dying with a losing hand
My only hope was to steal the dope
The horse of another man

The Tropics, they're worse than the habit
The burning, blazing sun
You break away and swear you'll stay
The Tropics call - and back you come

I pulled a deal down in Brazil
In an Inca silver mine
Before they found it was salted ground
I was safe in Argentine

I ran a weight in reefer freight
'Round Cuba into the Keys
I gave my soul in pirate's gold
Trying to buy myself free

They called me a soldier of fortune
But I sold myself like a whore
Peddling booze through the Santa Cruz
and Winchester 44's

Made unafraid by my drunken aid
The bastards came roaring down
And left in a shivering, blazing mass
A tiny border town

The Tropics, they're worse than the habit
The burning, blazing sun
You break away and swear you'll stay
The Tropics call - and back you come

I was next in charge of a smuggler's barge
In the Straits of Yucatan
But she sunk in a hole off Mexico
One night in a hurricane

I got to shore on a broken oar
In the filthy shrieking dark
And the other two of the good ship's crew
Became a banquet for the shark

On a fiery hot, flea ridden cot
I was dying with the yellow jack
Alone in the sun and damn near done
She found me and pulled me back

She came like the Virgin Maria
And opened my fevered eyes
Upon me shone a brand new dawn
As I turned my face to the sky

The Tropics, they're worse than the habit
The burning, blazing sun
You break away and swear you'll stay
The Tropics call - and back you come

There was pride and grace in her brown young face
For hers was the blood of kings
In her eyes shone the glory of empires gone
She was wearing the devil's ring

You see these punctures in my arm
You know what they mean
They were left right there by my lady fair
Ms. Morphine

I was dealt the eights and aces
Some call the dead man's hand
God knows I'm not the one to blame
For I'm only a mortal man

Whatever you play, whatever the way
For stakes that are large or small
The claws of the tropics will gather your pile
The dealer gets it all

The Tropics, they're worse than the habit
The burning, blazing sun
You break away and swear you'll stay
The Tropics call - and back you come


Lyrics submitted by lobo81865

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