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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Buffett
Jimmy Buffett
Vocals
Michael Utley
Michael Utley
Piano
Robert Greenidge
Robert Greenidge
Steel Drum
Jim Mayer
Jim Mayer
Bass
Roger Guth
Roger Guth
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Buffett
Jimmy Buffett
Songwriter
Russ Kunkel
Russ Kunkel
Songwriter
Peter Mayer
Peter Mayer
Composer
Roger Guth
Roger Guth
Composer
Jim Mayer
Jim Mayer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russ Kunkel
Russ Kunkel
Producer
Rob Eaton
Rob Eaton
Mixing Engineer
Oswald Bowe
Oswald Bowe
Assistant Engineer
Ross Ritto
Ross Ritto
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Some folks say that I've got the perfect life Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean But every now and then, the dragons come to call Just when you least expect it, you'll be dodgin' cannonballs I've seen too much not to stay in touch With a world made of love and luck I got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition I never forget to duck Come back, come back, back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistake-a? (Come back) We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast We were treetop flyin', movin' west along the coast Then we landed in the water, just about my favourite thrill When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril Just about to lose my temper as I endeavoured to explain We had only come for chicken, we were not a ganja plane Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realised We were not some coked-up cowboys sporting guns and alibis Come back, come back, back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistake-a? (Come back) We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from the highway They shot from the top of the cliff They had all gone haywire, we're catchin' fire And there wasn't even a spliff, oh Well, the word got out all over the island Friends, strangers, they were all apologisin' Some thought me crazy for being way too nice But it's just another shitty day in paradise Come back, come back, back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistake-a? (Come back) We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky Come back, come back, back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistake-a? (Come back) We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you Promise not to shoot you Promise not to shoot you Out of the sky
Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Roger Guth, Peter Hagen Mayer, Jim Mayer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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