Story Behind The Song

Sitting on the front porch fooling around with my guitar, kinda babbled the first line threw away a few then it started to flow,it sorta wrote its self after the inertia was broken

Song Description

walking away from the slavery of making rich people richer and enjoying our time here on earth

Lyrics

Caribbean Blues

I've got nothing that shows
for keeping my nose
to the grind stone
And just keeping pace
with the rats in the race
got my soul worn down to the bone
I need a quick move
to a slow grove
I need to walk out of both of my shoes
I need some sweet rum
and some steel drum
and some Caribbean blues

Caribbean blues..................
Caribbean blues..................
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When I focus my eyes
where the sea and the sky
flow together
at that moment in time
there's no doubt in my mind
I can sail away for ever
I got my pirates map
my skippers cap
and shipmates tried and true
I need some trade winds
and some good friends
and some Caribbean blues

Caribbean blues...................
Caribbean blues..................
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