David Allan Coe The Devil Went Down To Jamacia Lyrics

The devil went down to Jamica
He was looking to sell some weed
He was doing fine
they were standing in line
It was excelent weed indeed
when he came across this young man who was like wise pedeling pot
the devil slide down the beach to the kid said let me tell you what
I guess you kind of figured I'm a refer head of coarse
and after all of this time I guess that I'm a consewer of sorts
Now your stuff smells okay but this can tranqulize a horse
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash cause I think mine is better than yours
The boy said my names Johnnie
And you ain't smoked nothing yet
One hit of this grass will kick your a__
you got yourself a bet
Johnnie roll a ball of hash and make sure that it's the bomb
Cause the devils got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam
You'll get a million smackaroos in cash if you can cope
but if you can't the devil'll get your dope
The devil packed his bong with a little Alcapoco gold
Resiens flew from his finger tips as he fired up his bowl