Arabian Blues
Salaam alaikum!!! Salaam alaikum!!!
what finds me here so far from home,
is it the promise of instant wealth,
is it my need, or is it my greed?
where the old sun never sets,
where the damn heat never ceases,
where the sandstorm is the breeze,
where the dust is your best friend.
there is no place like Arabia,
you can't mistake it for Siberia;
you either love it or you hate it,
out here, my friend, you'll get tested.
where you speak in broken English
before you get yourself across;
where no hard drink and no women
are your commandments everyday.
now if you're hot-blooded like me,
there's not much choice, you see.
make the best of your situation,
either survive or go away.
so if you are in hot Arabia,
just take stock of what you have.
if you've got no girl by your side,
just keep busy and you'll be fine.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2006
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