Buffet Hotel

Well the train slipped into the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
Lorsque les Francais et tous jour en controle

It's an outpost in transition
Where the faithful in the bar
Know from the whistle and the squeaking wheels
That the next stop is Dakar
La prochaine etape etait Dakar

Talk on the radio
Talk on the street
Talk of men with money loco from the heat

Talk about the rail band
Picking up the beat
We lit that great reunion
With the headlights on the jeep

And there's history on the jukebox
Where the spies and scoundrels dwell
It was the place to go in Bamako
Direction Buffet Hotel
Direction Buffet Hotel

Now we're lost in the Sahara
Four hours north of Tombuktu
Lookin' for a nomad who knows
Or maybe some wondering Jew
Allons a Essakane, Syndou

Then we heard that Tuareg combo
We had come so very far
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind the sand and the stars
Jai commence a le piercevoir

Sand in the couscous
Sand in the wine
There was sand in my guitar case
Stories in my mind

Machine guns on the hilltop
Camels in my tent
Buried in a sandstorm
As the music came and went

Well we crawled out of that desert
And the storm erased our tracks
The Sahara showed her heart to us
And then she took it back

We owned Buffet Hotel
Said, nous avons eu Buffet Hotel
Ce soir
Tu la monde

I recall diplomats and hookers
I saw strangers digging wells
And for that one great night in Bamako
We owned Buffet Hotel
Said, nous avons eu Buffet Hotel