Story Behind the Song
I wanted to write a song in the lyrical style of Jimmy Buffett so I chose an old dope-smuggler as my imaginary friend. Recorded in my home studio.
Lyrics
Pablo
(C)2001, J. Eshleman, II BMI
Pablo must be, almost 65 years old,
He don't even know for sure,
The tattered hat and shoes and the salt that's in his hair,
And those Spanish eyes of blue,
And those Spanish eyes of blue...
Well he's been in trouble, with the law a time or two,
Been on the run since '63,
Sailing to Florida, from the Argentina bays,
Smuggling bales from the tropical seas,
Smuggling blaes from the tropical seas...
(chorus)
Oh, oh Pablo, better run for the rest of your days,
The federals want you when you get back home,
Southern tequila, on the seas can take your worries away,
Makes you think about the days that you've known,
Makes you think about the days on your own...
Where's your ol'd lady ? Stashed away down in Jamaica again,
Well I don't think she knows where you go,
And you'd be a liar, if you said that you been straight all day,
Cause I know how much you like your gold,
Yes I know how much you like your gold... (chorus)
After solo:
Well Pablo's been gone now, 'bout a year or so,
They say he got tossed off in a storm,
Sometimes I miss him, somtimes I think I know,
That he'll be back before he starts getting old,
Yes he'll be back before he starts getting old...
Oh Pablo... better run for the rest of your days,
Oh Pablo... etc
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