Jimmy Buffett – Jamaica Mistaica (Guitar)

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Some folks say that I've got the perfect life

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Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife

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I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind

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Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean

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But every now and then, the dragons come to call

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Just when you least expect it you'll be dodgin' cannonballs

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I've seen too much not to stay in touch

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With a world full of love and luck

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I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition

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I never forget to duck

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Come back, Come back,  Back to Jamaica

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Don\'t you know we made a big mistaka

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We\'d be so sad, if you told us goodbye

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And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

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It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast

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We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast

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Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill

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When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril

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Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain

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We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane

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Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized

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We were not some coked up cowboy sporting guns and alibis

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Come back, Come back,  Back to Jamaica

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Don\'t you know we made a big mistaka

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We\'d be so sad, if you told us goodbye

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And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

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They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from highway

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They shot from the top of the cliff,

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they had all gone haywire,We're catchin' fire

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and there wasn't even a spliff

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Well, the word got out all over the island

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Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'

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Some thought me crazy for being way too nice

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But it's just another shitty day in paradise

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Come back, Come back,  Back to Jamaica

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Don\'t you know we made a big mistaka

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We\'d be so sad, if you told us goodbye

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And we promise not to shoot you

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promise not to shoot you

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promise not to shoot you

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out of the sky