D[A]own the way, where the n[D]ights are gay,
And the s[A]un shines d[E7]aily on the m[A]ountain top,
I took a trip on a s[D]ailing ship,
And when I re[A]ached Ja[E7]maica, I made a s[A]top.
But I'm s[A]ad to say, I'm [D]on my way,
W[E7]on't be back for m[A]any a day,
My heart is down, my head is t[D]urning around,
I had to l[A]eave a little g[E7]irl in Kingston t[A]own.
Sounds of laughter everywhere,
And the dancing girls sway to and fro,
I must declare, my heart is there,
'Though I've been from Maine to Mexico.
Down at the market, you can hear,
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear,
Aki rice, swordfish are nice,
And the rum is fine any time of year.
# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992