Lyrics
you can always get a decent cuppa coffee, just a block from piccadilly, watchin' the bums, punks and straights, the world is on parade at leo's place, american girls looking for a ride, tryin' to get across to the other side, he'd see them all through the serving hatch, they young the old, the yellow and black, i don't recall your name, but i recall your face, everyone looks the same, hanging around at leo's place, i don't care where i travel to, one big circle leads me back to you, those coffeehouse dreams that set me on the road, always brings me back to leo's, used to impress my best girls, take 'em down to leo's place, because of them not me, i know, that's how he remembers my face, so sad that things have changed, junkies fill the place, but it don't change the taste, the coffee's still the best at leo's place, this world is not what it used to be, one time a man could hitchhike from a to z, a country explodes, another boarder close, sometimes i wish i'd never left leo's, so if you wanna see me again, i tell you where, you say when, i got this number, it may change, all you gotta remember is leo's place, i don't recall your name, but i recall your face, everyone looks the same, hanging around at leo's place, i'm coming home, i've been to america, africa, asia and japan, i am what you call a travellin' man, i've seen the ladies in africa, tokyo, soho, south of the border, rio de janeiro, but now the time has come, to go back where i started from.
Song details
Artist: burdon, eric