| Down the way where the nights are gay
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| And the sun shines brightly on the mountaintop
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| I took a trip on a sailing ship
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| And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
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| But I’m sad to say, I’m on my way
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| Won’t be back for many a day
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| My heart is down, my head is turning around
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| I miss all my friends in Kingston town
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| Down at the market you can hear
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| All the ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
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| Akie rice, salt fish are nice
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| And the sun is fine any time of the year
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| But I’m sad to say, I’m on my way
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| Won’t be back for many a day
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| My heart is down, my head is turning around
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| I miss all my friends in Kingston town
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| Sounds of laughter everywhere
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| And the children sway to and fro
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| I must declare that my heart is there
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| Though I’ve been from Maine to Mexico
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| But I’m sad to say, I’m on my way
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| Won’t be back for many a day
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| My heart is down, my head is turning around
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| I miss all my friends in Kingston town
|
| But I’m sad to say, I’m on my way
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| Won’t be back for many a day
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| My heart is down, my head is turning around
|
| I miss all my friends in Kingston town
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| But I’m sad to say, I’m on my way
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| Won’t be back for many a day
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| My heart is down, my head is turning around
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| I miss all my friends in Kingston town |