We say Deo, Deo, Deo
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Roll that barrel out
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We say Deo, Deo
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Twist the tap and pass it around
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He owns a Graddel by banyan tree
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And old Jamacia called the ocean breeze
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His face is kind as it is creased
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From tossin nets off an old boat bow.
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But all Jamal is a mariners son
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Will tell you where the ships would run
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And if your down there askin to pour ya one
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And you'll hear that sailor shout
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[Chorus]
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He'll say Deo, Deo, Deo
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Roll that barrel out
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He'll say Deo Deo
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Twist the tap and pass it around
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His mama told him when he was young
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you work the fields till you grow up
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while she tapped the barrels and the cantina
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the soldier boys passing by
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His big brown eyes and little feet
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For years they were at the coco bean
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But he'd have visions of pirates when he would fall asleep
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And they sang him this lullaby,
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[Chorus]
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He'll say Deo, Deo, Deo
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Roll that barrel out
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He'll say Deo Deo
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Twist the tap and pass it around
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Hey hey!
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We met Jamal when we arrived
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He told a story round a fire last night,
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You shoulda seen that beach come alive
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When he sang his island song
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Yeah and we all sang along
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[Chorus]
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We'll say Deo, Deo, Deo
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Roll that barrel out
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We'll say Deo Deo
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Twist the tap and pass it around
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Twist the tap and pass it around
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Twist the tap and pass it around
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Roll That Barrel Out
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| Dean Brody |
