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Down the way where the nights are gay |
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And the sun shines brightly on the mountain top |
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I took a trip on a sailing ship |
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And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop |
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Well I'm sad to say, I'm on my way |
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Won't be back for many a day |
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My heart is down, my head is turning around |
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I had to leave all my friends in Kingston town |
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Sounds of laughter everywhere |
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And the dancers swaying to and fro |
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I must declare that my heart is there |
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Though I've been from Maine to Mexico |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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Well I'm sad to say, I'm on my way |
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Won't be back for many a day |
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My heart is down, my head is turning around |
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I had to leave all my friends in Kingston town |
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Down at the market you can hear |
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Ladies cry out while on their head they bear |
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Ackie rice, salt fish is nice |
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And the rum is fine every time of year |
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Well I'm sad to say, I'm on my way |
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Won't be back for many a day |
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My heart is down, my head is turning around |
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I had to leave all my friends in Kingston town |
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Well I'm sad to say, I'm on my way |
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Won't be back for many a day |
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My heart is down, my head is turning around |
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I had to leave all my friends in Kingston town |
