Moonwalkersmusic — Jamaica, Saddle Up

Jamaica!
Bring that bass along.
Boots in the sand, hat in my hand,
Sun sinking low with a steel drum band.
Left my saddle back in Tennessee, caught that rhythm,
And it carried me.
A little slide guitar, a rolling bass,
Big old smile spreading 'cross my face.
Came for a night,
But I stayed till dawn; every time it stopped, we said,
"Play on." Jamaica, saddle up, here we go,
Heel-toe shuffle where the warm winds blow.
Yeehaw, ringing through the midnight blue,
Country in my boots got the groove from you.
Turn it up, let the speakers sway,
We just made this tune today.
Ain't release,
But it won't be long; tonight we're dancing to a brand-new song.
Brand-new, brand-new, let it ride, let it ride.
One boot red, one boot ride, drop that bass into the night.
Someone tapped a bottle with a spoon,
I found three chords and we found our tune.
You sang a line, I sang it back,
Now that little porch is a dancefloor shack.
My hat flew off when the kick came in,
You picked it up with a wicked grin and said, "Cowboy,
Can you move like that?" I said,
"Just watch and hold my hand." Jamaica, saddle up,
Here we go, heel-toe shuffle where the warm winds blow.
Yeehaw, ringing through the midnight blue,
Country in my boots got the groove from you.
Turn it up, let the speakers sway,
We just made this tune today.
Ain't release,
But it won't be long; tonight we're dancing to a brand-new song.
Is it out yet?
Nope, just made it.
Play it again, cowboy.