33: ROAD TO JAMAICA

                   

I'm sold, on a trip that is lots of fun.

Left the cold, to find that Jamaican sun.

Goin' to find adventure on the road.

 

And free, is the feeling with which we go.

All aboard, a train bound for Chicago.

It's cold; and the city seems like a deep freeze.

Glad to go; for we could feel it in more than degrees. Bob and me

 

New Orleans, well the Mardi Gras is quite a party.

Eatin' beans, in this funky old cemetery.

Lookin' to find adventure on the road.

 

Won't see me comin' no,no,no-no,no,no; repeat won't see me go.

We sure did like bumin' no,no,no-no,no,no; repeat

along that old road.

Won't see me comin' no,no,no-no,no,no; repeat won't see me go.

Leavin' behind adventures on the road.

 

Miami, is nice if you like the palm tree.

From the Key, it looks like the Emerald City.

Havin' a time with adventures on the road.

 

In Jamaica, well it seemed kinda spooky at first.

But in a week, we could bull-shit along with the worst.

It's hot, and we try to make it through.

Till the rain, that comes every day at two.  Gone at three.

 

Rasta, like the man is a very good word.

Seekin' truth, in the song of a jungle bird.

And the weed, well they grow it way inland.

From the sea, the tourists and the sand.

Discoverin' such adventures on the road.

On the road, in Jamaica, Bob and me, who yea!  (2 times )