Hernando's Hideaway - Billy Vaughn
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 finger bowl
Or any place you go
You'll meet your uncle Max
And everyone you know
But if we 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 a match
And you will know your
In Hernando's Hideaway OLE
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then Strike a match
And you will know your
In Hernando's Hideaway
