| Down the way where the nights are gay
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| And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
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| I took a trip on a sailing ship
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| But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop
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| Now I’m sad to say
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| I’m on my way (on my way)
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| I won’t be back for many a day
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| My heart is down
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| My head is turning around
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| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
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| Sounds of laughter everywhere
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| And the dancing girls sway to and fro
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| I must declare my heart is there
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| Though I have been from Maine to Mexico
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| Still I’m sad to say
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| I’m on my way (on my way)
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| I won’t be back for many a day
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| My heart is down
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| My head is turning around
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| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
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| Down at the market you can hear
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| Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
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| Ackev rice, salt fish are nice
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| Oh the rum is fine anytime of year
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| Now I’m sad to say
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| I’m on my way (on my way)
|
| I won’t be back for many a day
|
| My heart is down
|
| My head is turning around
|
| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
|
| Down the way where the nights are gay
|
| And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop
|
| I took a trip on a sailing ship
|
| But when I reached Jamaica I made her stop
|
| Now I’m sad to say
|
| I’m on my way (on my way)
|
| I won’t be back for many a day
|
| My heart is down
|
| My head is turning around
|
| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
|
| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
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| I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town |