Buffet Hotel Lyrics - Buffet Hotel - Jimmy Buffett

Well the train slipped into the station 

A worn out steel blue soul 

A relic from colonial days 

When the French were still in control 

Lorsque les Francais ont ete en controle 

It's an outpost in transition 

Where the faithful in the bar 

Know from the whistle and the squeaking wheels 

That the next stop is Dakar 

La prochaine etape etait Dakar 

Talk on the radio 

Talk on the street 

Talk of men with money loco from the heat 

Talk about the rail band 

Pickin up the beat 

We lit that great reunion 

With the headlights on the jeep 

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And there's history on that jukebox 

Where the spies and scoundrels dwell 

It was the place to go in Bamako 

Direction Buffet Hotel 

Direction Buffet Hotel 

Now we're lost in the Sahara 

Four hours north of Tombouctou 

Lookin' for a nomad who knows 

Or maybe some wandering Jew 

Allons a Essakane, Syndou 

(Get us to Essakana, Syndou) 

Then we heard that Tuareg combo 

We had come so very far 

And we were welcomed out of history 

By the wind, the sand and the stars 

J'ai commence a le percevoir 

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Sand in the couscous 

Sand in the wine 

There was sand in my guitar case 

Stories in my mind 

Machine guns on the hilltop 

Camels in my tent 

Buried in a sandstorm 

As the music came and went 

Well we crawled out of that desert 

And the storm erased our tracks 

The Sahara showed her heart to us 

And then she took it back 

Well we made it back to Bamako 

Before that last call bell 

We bought rounds for all our newfound friends 

We owned Buffet Hotel 

Nous avons eu Buffet Hotel 

I recall dipomats 

And hookers 

I saw strangers diggin' wells 

And for that one great night in Bamako 

We owned Buffet Hotel