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Backstory:

something that did not happen to me on November 5th, 1988.                                                                                                                          

Lyrics:

                                                  
Cruisin' Down to the Yucatan

by Phil Schneider (ASCAP)
(c) Copyright 2005


1.	I hitch-hiked down as far as Marathon with my banjo slung o'er my back.
I was slammin' down shots and jalapeno pops in a Boot Key bar called the Grouper Shack.
I met this guy an' his pretty little wife; he said they need to hire a hand.
They was headin' down to Mexico; I could party with them when they reached Yucatan.

Chorus:  Crusin' down to the Yucatan with the trade winds fillin' the sails.
Standin' my watch with a beer in my hand an' watchin' the captain's wife
Layin' bare by the rail.

2.  He had a forty foot sloop all ready to go; he assured me it would be lots of fun.
The pay wasn't great but I liked his wife's tan so I threw back a shot an' said, "sign me on!"
Our second day out a squall line moved in;  the weather got bad pretty fast.
The captain got scared; he headed for land but instead of turnin' right he took a hard left.

(Chorus)

3.  We were on a broad reach off a Cuban beach when patrol boats hove into view.
The captain an' his wife were both Canadian; they were let go, but me?  I was screwed.
They stuck me in a cell; fed me rice an' beans.  The treatment it wasn't the best.
But, as a good-will gesture by the Castro Regime, I was extradited back to the U. S.

(Chorus)

(+) Coda: Now, Key West don't have no Federal detention so they stuck me in Monroe County Jail.
I have learned how to cope, not drop my soap, and check the captain's passport before I set sail.
Cruisin' down to the Yucatan with the trade winds fillin' the sails.
Standin' my watch with a beer in my hand an' watchin' the captains's wife,
No tan lines in sight,
Watchin' the captain's wife layin' bare by the rail.