Grand Bahama Scheme

It's a Grand Bahama scheme
Got my ass in the sand, with a cold one in hand
Just living my dream
'Cause it's a Grand Bahama scheme

So it started to rain as I exit the plane
And I leave with my cargo in hand
Guitar by my side, I've decided to hide
And join in a tropical band

It's a Grand Bahama scheme
Got my ass in the sand, with a cold one in hand
Just living my dream
'Cause it's a Grand Bahama scheme

So won't you take my advice, I won't tell you this twice
Jimmy has the right idea
Going down to the islands, gonna fish those pilings
I'll buy you a couple of beers

It's a Grand Bahama scheme
Got my ass in the sand, with a cold one in hand
Just living my dream
'Cause it's a Grand Bahama scheme

The boss tries to call, I do nothing at all
As I lay in my hammock all day
I'm not going back, that old life was an act
For the rest of my life I will stay

It's a Grand Bahama scheme
Got my ass in the sand, with a cold one in hand
Just living my dream
'Cause it's a Grand Bahama scheme

It's a Grand Bahama scheme
Got my ass in the sand, with a cold one in hand
Just living my dream
'Cause it's a Grand Bahama scheme

It's a Grand Bahama scheme
It's a Grand Bahama scheme



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