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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Vocals
Fred Tackett
Fred Tackett
Acoustic Guitar
Carmine Appice
Carmine Appice
Drums
Gary Herbig
Gary Herbig
Flute
Billy Peek
Billy Peek
Guitar
Gary Grainger
Gary Grainger
Guitar
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Guitar
Paulinho Da Costa
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Tommy Vig
Tommy Vig
Percussion
Phil Kenzie
Phil Kenzie
Tenor Saxophone
Chen Philip
Chen Philip
Bass Guitar
Duane S. Hitchings
Duane S. Hitchings
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Songwriter
Chen Philip
Chen Philip
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gertz
David Gertz
Assistant Engineer
George Tutko
George Tutko
Assistant Engineer
Keith Black
Keith Black
Mastering Engineer
Andy Johns
Andy Johns
Mixing Engineer
Tom Dowd
Tom Dowd
Producer
Mike Fuller
Mike Fuller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Sipping a sangria with a girl named Julia
Hot Jamaican sand beneath our feet
She purred like a cat in a Panama hat
She said my passport picture was unique
I said, "I did impersonations, would you like to see?"
Turned around to buy her one more round
Then suddenly she disappeared
Like I feared with another guy
Love always seems to let me down
Can be found anywhere around
The carnival had passed
And my heart was beating fast
All these married women, it ain't fair
Nervously I said, "Would you like to come to bed?"
A cold silence pierced the evening air
Instantly she recognized my insecurities
Changing subjects, quickly, I agreed, ooh ooh
Then suddenly she disappeared
Like I feared with another guy, oo baby
Love always seems to let me down
Can be found anywhere around
Nowhere around, oh!
The tourist had all gone, winter's coming on
The hotel chambermaid didn't seem to care
Sharing a pina colada, we broke into laughter
I'll never know how we made it up the stairs
We spent the night together
And she woke up in my arms
Kissed me tenderly and said, "Goodbye", ooh ooh
Then suddenly she disappeared
Like I feared with another guy, oo baby
Love always seems to let me down
Can be found anywhere around
Nowhere around
Love always seems to let me down
Maybe I'll wait until next year
Next year, next year
Written by: Phil Chen, Rod Stewart
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