(Casey Beathard/Michael Heeney)



Sign said cold beer, I pulled in there

Pulled up a chair, to have just one

Now my head hurts, got this sun burn

Oh what on earth, have I done



How'd I wind up in Jamaica

Washed up like some lost cast away 

How did one round of beer lead to me laying here

On this bed of sand in Montego Bay



Don't I know you, ain't you the girl who

I was talking to, back at the bar

Your dress was light green and I had on blue jeans

Tell me what's it mean, when we don't know where we are



How'd I wind up in Jamaica

Was it your wild hair or was it mine

Oh I barely remember, you cussing December

As you passed me that salt and the lime



It's been a year now, we're still here now

All settled down, might not go back again

Like a couple of beach bums, we hardly work much

Still ask each other every now and then



How'd we wind up in Jamaica

Was it your wild hair or was it mine

Oh who cares it don't matter we're happy ever after

Now pass me that salt and the lime



Got it made here in Jamaica

Wouldn't have it any other way

To this day it ain't clear all I know is we're here

On this bed of sand in Montego Bay