So sick and tired of the pouring rain,
I took a train to Morocco just to kill the pain.
Oh it might help a little, it might help a lot,
I don't know, but it's all I got.
Ran down the aisle to find a window by the bar,
I blew a cigarette to pieces so I lit up a cigar.
Oh this might hurt a little, this might hurt a lot,
I don't know, but it's all I got.
Oh, Morocco,
Tell me where you've been..
Won't you tell me what you know…
Crossing the desert when I lost the caravan,
I found a compass in a box buried underneath the sand,
Oh it might help a little, it might help a lot,
I don't know, but it's all I've got.
Running in circles I was losing my mind,
When you found me and you led me to the water just in time.
Oh this might hurt a little, this might hurt a lot,
I don't know, but it's all I got.
Oh, Morocco,
Tell me where you've been..
Won't you tell me what you know…