Hernando's Hideaway

Hernando's Hideaway - The Johnston Brothers

I know a dark secluded place

A place where no one knows your face

A glass of wine a fast embrace

It's called hernando's hideaway ole

All you see are silohuettes

And all you hear are castanetts

And no one cares how late it gets

Not at hernando's hideaway ole

At the golden fingerbowl

Or any place you go

You'll meet your uncle Max

And everyone you know

But if you go to the spot

That I am thinking of

You will be free

To gaze at me and talk of love

Just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike and match and you will know

You're in hernando's hideaway

Just knock three times and whisper low

That you and I were sent by Joe

Then strike on match and you

Will know you're in hernando's hideaway