How'd I Wind Up In Jamaica    (2003)

Sign said cold beer, I pulled in there
Pulled up a chair to have just one
Now my head hurts, got this sunburn
Oh what on earth have I done

How'd I wind up in Jamaica?
Washed up like some lost castaway
How did one round of beer lead to me laying here
On this bed of sand in Montego Bay?

Don't I know you? Ain't you the girl who
I was talking to, back at the bar?
Your dress was light green and I had on blue jeans
Tell me what's it mean, when we don't know where we are

How'd I wind up in Jamaica?
Was it your wild hair or was it mine?
Oh I barely remember, you cussing December
As you passed me that salt and the lime

It's been a year now, we're still here now
All settled down, might not go back again
Like a couple of beach bums, we hardly work much
Still ask each other every now and then

How'd we wind up in Jamaica?
Was it your wild hair or was it mine?
Oh who cares, it don't matter; we're happy ever after
Now pass me that salt and the lime

Got it made here in Jamaica
Wouldn't have it any other way
To this day it ain't clear, all I know is we're here
On this bed of sand in Montego Bay

Lyrics by Casey Beathard and Michael Heeney.
Recorded by Tracy Byrd.


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