| Down the way, where the nights are gay
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| And the sun shines daily 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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| Cos 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 a little girl in Kingston town
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| Sounds of laughter everywhere
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| And the dancing girls sway to and fro
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| I must declare, my heart is there
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| 'Though I’ve been from Maine to Mexico
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| Cos 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 a little girl in Kingston town
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| Down at the market, you can hear
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| Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
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| Aki rice, swordfish are nice
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| And the rum is fine any time of year
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| Cos I’m sad to say, I’m on my way
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| Won’t be back for many a day
|
| My heart is down, my head is turning around
|
| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
|
| Down the way, where the nights are gay
|
| And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
|
| I took a trip on a sailing ship
|
| And when I reached Jamaica, I made a stop
|
| Cos I’m sad to say, I’m on my way
|
| Won’t be back for many a day
|
| My heart is down, my head is turning around
|
| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town |