Jackson BrowneNino

Nino, walking around on Sunday Nino, just one more kid in L.A. With a hubcap and a stick in his hand In his own parade, leading the band His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand Nino, three thousand miles away Nino, la familia stares at the bay Turning off Sunset Boulevard Playing the fence around somebody's yard Thinking of home and keeping tumbao on the hood of a car Nino, people will know you one day Nino, they're going to call you El Rey Nino de la playa y la ciudad Nino de las calles y la verdad El ritmo de tu pueblo se siente aqui Al canto de la tierra que vive en ti La magia de tu mano en el tambor Retumba aqui con alma y con sabor Y al toque de campanas al sonar Los angeles te guardan desde el mar (Child of the beach and the city Child of the streets and of the truth The rhythm of your people is felt here To the song of the country that lives in you The magic of your hand on the drum Resonates here with soul and good feeling And at the strike of bells as they ring The angels guard you from the sea) With a hubcap and a stick in his hand In his own parade, leading the band His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand of the homeland Nino, walking around in L.A. Nino, this will be your town one day (c) 1996, Swallow Turn Music/Glad Brad Music, Inc./Eye Cue Music, adm. by Almo Music Corp./Bateria Music/Irague Music/River Honey Music, ASCAP/Googolplex Music/Neurp Songs/Faux Music/Longitude Music Co., all rights on Behalf of Faux Music, adm. by Longitude Music Co., BMI.
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