David Allan Coe - 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 gra** 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 pa**ed 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