By the rivers of the Potomac
Where I once canoed
I sat down and wrote the
Café Latte Blues

The sun was in my eyes
The birds were in my ears
And I could feel the angel
Gabriel was drawing near

Through the woods roamed
A stag proud and strong
Who soon appeared
And approached my camp
Without mortal fear

Then from my eyes
Fell a single tear as I could
Feel the angel Gabriel
Was drawing near

By the rivers of the Potomac
Where I once canoed
I sat down and wrote the
Café Latte Blues

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