How'd I Wind Up In Jamaica

(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