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| 3:24 | 
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There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands It sways back and forth With the help of the winds It seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it When I sit in that old blue chair From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay I let go of a lover that took a piece of my heart Prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it When I sit in that old blue chair That chair was my bed one New Year's night When I passed out from too much Malibu and diet And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I swear, got em all sitting right there In that old blue chair There's a blue rocking chair Sitting in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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Man, I could use a Pina Colada
Little bit of sun on my skin A hammock, a book Never gonna look back Once my feet hit the sand I've had it up to here with this rat race Need a smile on my face I wanna go where I can lighten up the load Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Gettin' stuck sure would be easy In this palm tree paradise Ambition fades with every wave For the finer things in life Maybe I'll just hang around here Go home later next year I wanna stay down there where I can lighten up the load Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are I wanna play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Be as you are |
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| 3. |
| 4:36 |
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Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
Tired of this tired old tie I got on Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in, We all get sick of it all now and then. When I've had it up to here I go down there. To guitars,and tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love. I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea, Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key, Sick of this grind and I think that I ought To bring this grind to a grinding hault. Now I've had it up to here let's go down there. To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love. Now I've had it up to here let's go down there. To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love... |
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| 4. |
| 3:56 |
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He left Maine 'cause he needed a change,
And he was desperate to rearange priorities, And he thought the sea, Would be the best place to be. So he saved his money, sold his car, And with his eye set on a southern star, He got the courage to follow his heart, He set out for a brand new start. He's an island boy, Now he's an island boy Livin his life where stress is the enemy Now he's an island boy, A stone's throw from St. Croix, He's finaly found his piece of serenity. Now he tends bar, at the Old Mango, And he see's tourists come and go, With their pressed pants and camera case, Too much sunburn on their face. Now he watches the snow on CNN, With all of his dope smokin friends, Just look at the Hell they must be in He swears he won't go back again. 'Cause, He's an island boy, Now he's an island boy. Livin his life where stress is the enemy Now he's an island boy, A stone's throw from St. Croix, He's finaly found his piece of serenity. You know the love of his life has always been Emily, She loves the the man she sees. In her island boy, Now he's an island boy Livin his life where stress is the enemy Now he's an island boy, A stone's throw from St. Croix, He's finally found his piece of serenity. Island boy. A stone's throw from St. Croix. Island boy, island boy, island boy... |
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| 5. |
| 4:45 |
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Stuck here at a Holiday Inn near Austin, Texas
Seen all the road that I want to see God I hate the snow, they even cancelled the show Makes me long for where I really want to be Oh I wish I was there tonight on Jost Van Dyke Sipping on some Foxy's Firewater rum Or kickin' back with Ivan With all my friends down in the islands Wouldn't take much for me to up and run To another life somewhere in the sun Got cold fajitas and only one channel on the TV Andy and Barney on Nick at Nite Seen an ad for Mexico, God I really want to go Anywhere out of mind and out of sight Oh I wish I was there tonight on Jost Van Dyke Sipping on some Foxy's Firewater rum Or kickin' back with Ivan With all my friends down in the islands Wouldn't take much for me to up and run To another life somewhere in the sun Here's a toast to you on the coast and the sailors out at sea Drink your ales, hoist your sails Ride the winds and think of me, 'cause Oh I wish I was there tonight on Jost Van Dyke Sipping on some Foxy's Firewater rum Or kickin' back with Ivan With all my friends down in the islands Wouldn't take much for me to up and run To another life somewhere in the sun Somewhere in the sun |
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| 6. |
| 4:16 |
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She comes from Boston
Works at the jewelry store Down in the harbor Where the ferries come to shore She never really knew how good it would feel To finally find herself in a place so warm and real She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead In all the local bars She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin' She's from Boston She comes from Boston Talks to her family now and then Through e-mails and postcards She tries to explain to them That education and occupation will have to wait for now She loves the Rasta, reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead In all the local bars She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin' She's from Boston Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand She's seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead In all the local bars She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin' She's from Boston She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads From Boston She came to this island from Boston |
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| 5:24 | 
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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Don't really know what day it is
Been rocking nine days in a row All I know is it's hurricane season And any minute she's gonna blow I need a shave and I need some rest I know some people are worried about me But I'm french kissing life square in the mouth Sailing out on the sea Went through customs and immigration Still this feels like home I'm floating 'round through Gorda Sound With a cooler and a bong Maybe I could've been a pirate Maybe in my next life that's what I'll be French kissing life square in the mouth Sailing out on the sea Tonight I don't need to feel famous Out here all I feel is free French kissing life square in the mouth Sailing out on the sea Maybe I could've been a pirate Maybe in my next life that's what I'll be French kissing life square in the mouth Sailing out on the sea |
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| 9. |
| 4:40 |
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Big straw hat, banana drink
I can't remember what it is I think And my, my, my - my key lime pie Ocean breeze, tire swing Coconut fall if you shake that thing And my, my, my - my key lime pie Not too tart, not too sweet My baby loves to watch me eat Her key lime pie Her key lime pie Tall green tree, yellow bird Bikini bottom and a tie-dyed shirt And my, my, my - my key lime pie Big white sail, red sunset Lobster tail and don't forget My, my, my - my key lime pie A six string, ten shots Of Cruzan rum, hey, I like it a lot With my, my, my - my key lime pie Tortola, a full moon Shining down on a blue lagoon And my, my, my - my key lime pie Not too tart, not too sweet My baby loves to watch me eat Her key lime pie Her key lime pie We got Ginger and Mary Ann Cookin' up a real good tan And my, my, my - my key lime pie Key lime pie, key lime pie Key lime pie, my my my My, my, my key lime pie Key lime pie, key lime pie My, my, my key lime pie |
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| 10. |
| 3:20 |
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Sherry's living in paradise
Slinging drinks at a bar down by the beach And you know she came here from LA. Southern California could not hold her dreams She's happy now it seems 'Cause Sherry's living, living in paradise Chasing something or running from something Had a lot of lovers that were good for nothing And she's thought about leaving once or twice But she's still in the sun and this laid-back life Sherry's living in paradise Sherry's living in paradise Somehow the salty air, it soothes her soul Says it makes her whole She gets hit on by the tourists But she brushes it off 'cause she's heard every line She just takes it in stride 'Cause Sherry's living, living in paradise Chasing something or running from something Had a lot of lovers that were good for nothing And she's thought about leaving once or twice But she's still in the sun and this laid-back life Sherry's living in paradise She's thought about leaving once or twice But she's still in the sun and this laid-back life Sherry's living in paradise |
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| 4:41 |
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I believe there's magic here in these sails
In the wake of these old pirate trails That cut through the water and the atmosphere I believe there is magic here It's in buried treasure under the sea In the music that drifts out on the street It's in the barflies drinking their beer I believe there's magic here This crazy rock has got a lot Of romance and sex appeal It's lazy days with Hemingway And I gotta say that it captures me still 'Cause I believe there's magic in those beachside dives Under the moon as it's changing the tides Friends they go away, then they reappear I believe there is magic here This crazy rock has got a lot Of romance and sex appeal It's lazy days with Hemingway And I gotta say that it captures me still |
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| 12. |
| 4:14 |
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He walked in with a salty sway
Lookin' like Blackbeard in his day A brother in arms just like me I was born a son of the sea I can't be still, I can't be tied The only time I feel alive is When the wind fills my sail Riding on a lifelong swell Let my heart take me where it wants to go That's the soul of a sailor, the soul of a sailor He slid a stool and a beer to me Said, you know, we're both a dying breed Here's to love lost and newfound friends And living out life in the boat we're in I can't be still, I can't be tied The only time I feel alive is When the wind fills my sail Riding on a lifelong swell Let my heart take me where it wants to go That's the soul of a sailor, the soul of a sailor Let my heart take me where it wants to go That's the soul of a sailor, the soul of a sailor |
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| 13. |
| 3:32 |
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There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands It sways back and forth With the help of the winds It seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it When I sit in that old blue chair From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay I let go of a lover that took a piece of my heart Prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it When I sit in that old blue chair That chair was my bed one New Year's night When I passed out from too much Malibu and diet And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I swear, got em all sitting right there In that old blue chair There's a blue rocking chair Sitting in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands |
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