El Hombre De Las Tabernas

Time is gold
I must be a drifter who loses it all.
I left your neighborhood, shut the door
and started putting my life up for sale.

I bought laughter, I bought love
that slips away when the sun comes out.
Luck said, "You’re stuck here
paddling alone against the tide."

I’ve got water in my shoes
my heart is dry.

I’m no longer the man from the taverns
I don’t want any more life at sea
the storm has passed
I won’t tell you no ever again.

I’ve turned back north in the summer
and it’s like finding a brother.
If time is gold
I’m just a drifter asking you for a little.

No hangover and with a coat
I found oil in Vigo.

I’m no longer the man from the taverns...