| I was walking down Broadway
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| New York, New York
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| Tony Llama boots and a Stetson hat
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| Proud to be a country boy
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| Just then a messenger called me
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| Rasta man on the road
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| He said «You gotta get the rhythm of the islands
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| Help me carry my load»
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| You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy
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| Shuffle them boots on the street
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| Get into Reggae Cowboy
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| Feel that Reggae beat, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| His message hit me like a brick man
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| First I laughed, then I cried
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| Somewhere between Jamaica and Nashville
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| I realized I’d live my life
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| These days I sit in my garden
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| Soften frames on a steel guitar
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| Beautiful rhythms on the Tradewinds
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| Blowing in to a Florida farm
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| You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy
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| Shuffle them boots on the street
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| Get into Reggae Cowboy
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| Feel that Reggae beat, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy
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| You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy
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| You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy
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| You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy |