11th November 1955
for 2 weeks


Hernando's Hideaway - The Johnston Brothers

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'll see are silhouettes
and all you'll hear are castanets
and no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando's Hideaway, Ole

At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go
You'll meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you go to the spot that I am thinkin' of
You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love

Just knock thee times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideway

Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway