REGGAE GUY

(Eric Stone)

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I was feeling kinda stressed out so I went to see my shrink,

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He said I think what you need is nice warm sun And some ice cold beer to drink

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So I bought myself a ticket on an Air Jamaica flight

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I told the ranch I quit and I disappeared from sight

 

 

 

 

CHORUS:

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And I became a reggae guy, no more cowboy boots or jeans There’s nothing like paradise in the Western Caribbean

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I became a reggae guy Now its knee long shorts and thongs I picked Buffett tunes and sand old Bob Marley songs

 

 

 

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A calypso band was playing all those reggae hits

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So I asked the boys if I could sit on in Cause I knew my songs would fit

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Well I cranked out country classics but the only difference is

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I sang Hank and Merle with a hot Jamaican twist

 

 

 

 

CHORUS:

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And I became a reggae guy now its island time for me I do believe paradise is where I’m meant to be

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I became a reggae guy what would Bob Marley say I bought a roundtrip ticket but I think I’m gonna stay

 

 

 

 

BRIDGE:

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Yeah, I sold my palace back in Dallas and bought myself a boat

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Yeah I’ll be living large on that sailing barge if I can make the damn thing float

 

 

 

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Now I’m getting used to the customs and I live the Rasta life

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So I quit eating chicken fried steak now it’s jerk chicken and rice

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I even gave up my camels now I smoke the local brand   

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But they smell kinda weird and I roll them all by hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHORUS:

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And I became a reggae guy no more Miller Lite for me cause when you’re in paradise Red Stripe is all you drink

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And I became a reggae guy but those cigs sure make me choke I think there’s something strange about them things I

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smoke

 

REPEAT 1st CHORUS

 

 

SPOKEN:

I think I’m gonna roll another one of those guys Mon What do you mean spliff?  Whats spliff?

Jimmy knows, Bob knows  I thought they was just cigarettes

I know it’s in a bag Illegal, What are you talkin’ about illegal?

 

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