(Eric Stone)
D
I
was feeling kinda stressed out so I went to see my shrink,
D7
He
said I think what you need is nice warm sun And some ice cold beer to drink
G
D
So I
bought myself a ticket on an Air Jamaica flight
A
I told
the ranch I quit and I disappeared from sight
CHORUS:
G D
G E A
And
I became a reggae guy, no more cowboy boots or jeans There’s nothing like
paradise in the Western Caribbean
G D
A D
I
became a reggae guy Now its knee long shorts and thongs I picked Buffett tunes
and sand old Bob Marley songs
D
A
calypso band was playing all those reggae hits
D7
So I
asked the boys if I could sit on in Cause I knew my songs would fit
G
D
Well
I cranked out country classics but the only difference is
A D
I
sang Hank and Merle with a hot Jamaican twist
CHORUS:
G D E A
And
I became a reggae guy now its island time for me I do believe paradise is where
I’m meant to be
G D
A D
I
became a reggae guy what would Bob Marley say I bought a roundtrip ticket but I
think I’m gonna stay
BRIDGE:
E
A
Yeah,
I sold my palace back in Dallas and bought myself a boat
F# B
Yeah
I’ll be living large on that sailing barge if I can make the damn thing float
D
Now
I’m getting used to the customs and I live the Rasta life
D7
So I
quit eating chicken fried steak now it’s jerk chicken and rice
G
D
I even
gave up my camels now I smoke the local brand
A D
But
they smell kinda weird and I roll them all by hand
CHORUS:
G D
G E A
And
I became a reggae guy no more Miller Lite for me cause when you’re in paradise
Red Stripe is all you drink
G D
A
And
I became a reggae guy but those cigs sure make me choke I think there’s
something strange about them things I
D
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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