Caribbean Man
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Author: Warren Boutros, Jon Dagostino
CARIBBEAN MAN
(W. Boutros, J. D'agostino)

Jumped in my El Camino drove as south as the road would go
Caught the last flight out, headed for a tropical coast
Sat back and watch the sunset bend to kiss the salty sea
While the tide rolled in to sooth my tired feet

CHORUS 1:  
     Let the whistle blow, let the boss complain
     You know I pay my dues each and every day
     Traded my working boots, for a full body tan
     Tonight this Country Boy's a Caribbean man.
 
Next morning I woke to the sounds of a calypso band
Grabbed my flip flops, sunscreen, guitar and Raybans
While Sandy at the tiki was mixing margaritas for me
Well we jammed all day while the palm trees danced in the breeze
 
CHORUS 2:
     Let the whistle blow, let the boss complain
     Got a  pretty senorita calling my name
     Watching the sails go by,  my toes in the sand
     Yea this country boy's a Caribbean man
  
Just a night before it was time to pack up and leave
Saw a shooting star, and something started stirring in me
There's a fishing boat for sale down on Cinnamon Bay
Sent a card to my buddies  said "this time I'm here to stay!"
 
CHORUS 3:
    Let the whistle blow, let the boss complain
    I got nothing to lose I'm sailing the winds of faith
    Got me a Blue Water Baby, a little piece of land
Yea this Country Boy's a Caribbean Man
    Now this Country Boy's a Caribbean man