David Allen Coe The Devil Went To Jamaica Lyrics

The Devil Went To Jamaica Lyrics

The devil went to Jamaica

He was looking to sell some weed

He was doin' fine

They were standin' in line

It was excellent weed indeed

When he came across a young man

Who was likewise peddling pot

And the devil slid down the beach to the kid

And said boy let me tell you what

I guess you kind of figured

I'm a reefer head of course

And after all this time

I guess that I'm a conniseur of sorts

Now your stuff smells okay

But this could tranquilize a horse

I'll bet a million in cash against your stash

Cause I think mines better than yours

The boy said my names Johnny 

And you ain't smoked nothing yet

One hit of this grass will kick your a@@

You got yourself a bet



Johnny roll a ball of hash

And make sure it's the bomb

Cause the devils got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam

You'll get a million smack-a-roo's in cash if you can cope

But if you can't the devil gets your dope



The devil packed a bong

With a little Acapulco Gold

And resin flew from his finger tips

As he fired up his bowl

He filled that chamber all the way

And he took a mighty hit

And as they passed it back and forth

It gave them both a coughing fit

(coughing)

When the bowl was finished Johnny said

Hey man, that stuff was great

But fill your lungs with some of this

And prepare to vegetate



Cannibis Sativa, Sweet Maryjane

The devils in the backyard frying his brain

Zig-Zag filled with the diggity-dank

Hold on tight it will hit you like a tank



The devil nodded off

Because he knew that he was stoned

And he asked if he could by an ounce

Of the stuff that Johnny owned

Johnny said, Devil just come on back

If you ever wanna catch a buzz

I done told you once

You son of a bi$^h

Mine's the best there ever was



And they fired up doobies one by one

Ain't gonna stop until the bag is done

Green as a bullfrog

Sticky as glue

Granny do you get high, yes I do