(Casey Beathard/Michael Heeney)
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Sign said cold beer, I pulled in there
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Pulled up a chair, to have just one
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Now my head hurts, got this sun burn
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Oh what on earth, have I done
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How'd I wind up in Jamaica
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Washed up like some lost cast away
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How did one round of beer lead to me laying here
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On this bed of sand in Montego Bay
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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 light green and I had on blue jeans
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Tell me what's it mean, when we don't know where we are
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How'd I wind up in Jamaica
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Was it your wild hair or was it mine
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Oh I barely remember, you cussing December
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As you passed me that salt and the lime
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It's been a year now, we're still here now
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All settled down, might not go back again
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Like a couple of beach bums, we hardly work much
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Still ask each other every now and then
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How'd we wind up in Jamaica
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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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Got it made here in Jamaica
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Wouldn'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 Montego Bay
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How'd I Wind Up In Jamaica
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| Tracy Byrd |
