Tropical Borderlines

{acoustic guitar

picking intro, syncopated latin percussion hits} (hey,

yeah) I packed my bags for a southern breeze

Left my troubles in the Tennessee trees

Now I am walking down a cobblestone street

Feeling the rhythm of a different beat

And the guitar plays a familiar tune

Under the light of a tropical moon

(oh, oh) {rhythm builds,

adding handclaps}

Two worlds collidin' like the wind and the sea

Your sweet Spanish dancin' with my Tennessee

We got the acoustic strings and the bongo drums

Yeah, this is how a beautiful crossover comes

{rhythm section fully active,

upbeat} Siesta sun on a dusty road

Forgot the weight of my heavy load

Your laughter sounds like a mandolin

Let us spin this record around again

Two worlds collidin' like the wind and the sea

Your sweet Spanish dancin' with my Tennessee

We got the acoustic strings and the bongo drums

Yeah, this is how a beautiful crossover comes

{rhythm section fully active,

energetic}

Yeah, we're just dancin' (dancin' slow)

Underneath the southern sky {acoustic guitar fades out alongside quiet percussion}