And the bass keeps runnin' runnin' (And runnin' runnin') (Ah-lah-m-lah-lah) I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake I called an old friend thinking that the trouble could wait And then I jumped right in, a week later returned I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn But I gave her my time for two or three nights Then I put it on pause until the moment was right I went away for months until our paths crossed again She told me I was never looking for a friend Maybe you could swing by my room around ten Baby, bring the lemon and the bottle of gin We'll be in the sheets 'til the late A.M. Baby, if you wanted me, then you should've just said She's singing Don't, with my love That heart is so cold All over my own I don't want to know that, babe Don't, with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't want to know that, babe (Ah-lah-m-lah-lah) Havana, ooh-na-na Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na Oh but my heart is in Havana There's something 'bout his manners Havana, ooh-na-na He didn't walk up with that "How you doin'?" (When he came in the room) He said there's a lot of girls, I can do with (But I can't without you) I knew him forever in a minute (That summer night in June) And Papa says he's got malo in him He got me feeling like Ooh-ooh-ooh I knew it when I met him I loved him when I left him Got me feeling like Blow a kiss, fire a gun We need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun We need someone to lean on Blow a kiss, fire a gun All we need is somebody to lean on Rising up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain Mama Take me home, country roads Havana, ooh-na-na Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na All of heart is in Havana There's something 'bout his manners Havana, ooh-na