Tracy Byrd – Howd I Wind Up In Jamiaca (Guitar)

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Sign said cold beer so I pulled in there

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Pulled up a chair to have just one

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Now my head hurts I got this sunburn

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Oh what on Earth have I done

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How'd I wind up in Jamiaca

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Washed up like some lost castaway

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How did one round of beer leave to me laying here

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On this bed of sand in Montigo Bay 

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Hey don't I know you ain't you the girl who

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I was talking to back at the bar

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Your dress was like a dream and I had on blue jeans

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Tell what's it mean when we don't know were they are

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How'd I wind up in Jamiaca

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Was it your wild hair or was it mine

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Oh I barely remember you cussin December 

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As you passed me that salt and the lime.. Ring a bell..

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It's been a year now we're still here now

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Awl settle down might not go back again

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Like a couple of beach bums we hardly work much

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And still ask each other every now and then

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How'd we wind up in Jamiaca

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Was it your wild hair or was it mine

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Oh who cares it don't matter we're happy ever after

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Now pass me that salt and the lime

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We got it made here in Jamica 

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I would't have it any other way

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To this day it ain't clear all I know is we're here

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On this bed of sand in Montigo Bay.