Reggae Bubba
Down in Jamaica things weren't so fine
So I moved on up to de Caroline

Chorus:
Dey call me Bubba (People-a call me Bubba)

Down in Jamaica I'd smoke one or two
But now I got to learn to spit and chew
(Chorus)

Down in Jamaica I ran out luck
But now I'm jammin' to Bob Marley in my pick-up truck
(Chorus)

Down in Jamaica my dread locks was phat
But now i tuck my hair under a baseball hat.
(Chorus)

Down in Jamaica rice was my dish
But now I sit by de river and catch de catfish
(Chorus)

I used to drink my rum from de bottle man
But now I drink de Budweiser from de metal can.
(Chorus)

Down in Jamaica de sand felt so sweet
But I'm wearing cowboy boots on my feet
(Chorus)

Peter Tosh was my number one
I just can't get used to no Brooks and Dunn
(Chorus)

I shot a man in Trenchtown
Jus to watch him die.

Copyright 1996 by JohnCusatis
The Band:
John Cusatis: Lead Vocal, Rhythm Acoustic Guitar
Hawke Morffi: Bongos
Jeff Houts: Lead Acoustic Guitar
The Bubbettes: Chenell Freeman, Eileen Freeman, Alicia Lyles. Cherrone Jenkins, Shantel Keigley



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