Twenty-Six Miles:The Four Preps
#2 in 1958.
Capo 1st fret
CHORUS:
Twenty-six miles across the sea,
Santa Catalina is a-waitin for me.
Santa Catalina, the island of romance,
romance, romance, romance.
#1.
Water all around it everywhere,
Tropical trees and the salty air.
But for me the thing that s a-waitin there..romance.
#2.
It seems so distant, twenty-six miles away.
Restin in the water, serene.
I d work for anyone, even the Navy,
Who would float me to my island dream.
#3.
Twenty- six miles, so near, yet far.
I d swim with just some water-wings and my guitar.
I could leave the wings but I ll need the guitar
for romance, romance, romance, romance.
CHORUS:
#4.
A tropical heaven out in the ocean.
Covered with trees and girls.
If I have to swim, I ll do it forever,
Till I m gazin on those island pearls.
#5.
Forty kilometers in a leaky old boat.
Any old thing that ll stay afloat.
When we arrive we ll all promote
romance, romance, romance, romance.
CHORUS:
ADD:
Twenty-six miles across the sea.
Santa Catalina is a-waitin for me.(x2)(Fade)
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.