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| Some folks say th | at I've got | the perfect life. |
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| Three swell kids, | lots of toys | and a lovely wife. |
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| I fly. I | sail. I throw | caution to the wind. |
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| Drift like a str | atus cloud a | bove the caribbea | n. |
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| But every now and then, | The dragons c | ome to call. |
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| Just when you least expect i | t you'll be dodging can | non balls. |
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| I've seen to much not to stay in | touch with a world full of | love and luck. |
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| I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammuniti | on, I never forget | to duck. |
| (Chorus) |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Come back, Come back , Back to Jamaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Don't you know we made a big mistaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye |
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| And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky |
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| It was a beautiful day , the kind you want to toast |
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| We were treetop flyin' | , movin' west al | ong the coast |
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| Then we landed in the water, | just about my f | avorite thrill |
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| When some asshole started firin', when | we taxied to Negri | l |
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| Just about to lose my temper, | as I endeavored to | explain |
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| We had only come for chicken, | we were not a ganja plan | e |
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| Wel | l you should have seen there faces, when they finally realized |
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| We were not some coked up cowboys, sportin' guns and alibies |
| (Chorus) |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Come back, Come back , Back to Jamaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Don't you know we made a big mistaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye |
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| And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky |
| (Bridge) |
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| They shot from the lighth | ouse, they shot from th | e highway |
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| T | hey shot from the | top of the cliff , they'd all gone haywire, we're |
| catchin' fire |
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| And there wasn't | even a spliff |
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| Well the word got out , | all over t | he island |
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| Friends, s | trangers, they were all apol | ogizin' |
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| Some thought me crazy f | or bein' way | to nice |
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| But it's just another shit | ty day in paradis | e |
| (Chorus) |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Come back, Come back , Back to Jamaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Don't you know we made a big mistaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye |
| G7 | F# | |
| And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky |
| (Chorus) |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Come back, Come back , Back to Jamaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| Don't you know we made a big mistaica |
| G A D walk down F#M/Bm/A |
| We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye |
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| And we promise not to shoot you , promise not to shoot you, |
| G7 | F# | F | Em | Bm | |
| Promise not to shoot you out of the sky |