Port-AU-Prince (Travels with Bettie page) — текст песни (Royal Crown Revue)

Small town beauty baby
Would-be movie queen
In `47, it seemed like heaven
Time to take it overseas

She beat it to the island
Of rum, romance and dreams
But Papa Doc`s old choppin` block
Soon was gonna change the scene

Peering through the midnight vines
The pointed knives and the painted faces smile
Demon rum and beating drums
Untie the beast that`s been there all her life
And all the while...

Winding through the curves in a big convertible
Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun
But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl
You better run now `cause you gonna get no second chance
In Port-au-Prince

Crooked jet set livin`
With gold-toothed diplomats
Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks
Flipped a switch and that was that

Hey dark-hair Yankee lady
Please to suivez-moi
I look into that big cat`s eyes and
I know what you come here for

Peering through the midnight vines...

Too bad little Bettie
But know it`s time to leave
Your Yankee clout has just run out
They`re gunnin` in the street

Crowded prop plane hummin`
Bound for NYC
The voodoo rite she saw that night
Baby how it set you free