Travis Meyer Lyrics
"The Devil Went Down To Jamaica"

The Devil went to Jamaica
He was lookin' to sell some weed
He was doin' fine
They were standin' in line
And it was excellent weed indeed

When he came across a young man
who was likewise peddlin' pot
And the Devil slid down the beach to the kid and said,
"Boy let me tell you what
I guess you kinda figured
I'm a reefer head of course

After all this time I guess that I'm
A connoisseur of sorts
Now your stuff smells okay
But this could tranquilize a horse
I'll bet a million in cash aginst your stash
'Cause I think mine's better than yours."

The boy said, "My names Johnny
And you ain't smoked nothin' yet
One hit of this grass will kick your ass
You got yourself a bet."

Johnny roll a ball of hash
And make sure it's the bomb
'Cause the Devil's got the kind of stuff
They smoked in Vietnam
You'll get a million smackeroos in cash
If you can cope
But if you can't the Devil will get your dope

The Devil packed a bong
With a lil' Acapulco Gold
And resin flew from his fingertips
As he fired up his bowl

He filled that chamber all the way
And he took a mighty hit
As they passed it back and forth
At gave 'em both a coughing fit

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"

Cannabis Sativa sweet Mary Jane
The Devil's in the back yard fryin' his brain
Zig-zag filled with the diggity-dank
Hold on tight it'll hit ya like a tank

The Devil nodded off because
He knew that he was stoned
And he asked if he could buy 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 bitch
Mine's the best there ever was"

And they fired up doobies one by one
They ain't gonna stop till the bag is done
Green as a bull frog, sticky as glue
Granny do you get high?
"Yes I do"