Get Into Reggae Cowboy - The Bellamy Brothers

I was walking down Broadway

New York, New York

Tony Llama boots and a Stetson hat

Proud to be a country boy

Just then a messenger called me

Rasta man on the road

He said «You gotta get the rhythm of the islands

Help me carry my load»

You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy

Shuffle them boots on the street

Get into Reggae Cowboy

Feel that Reggae beat, hey, hey, hey, hey

His message hit me like a brick man

First I laughed, then I cried

Somewhere between Jamaica and Nashville

I realized I’d live my life

These days I sit in my garden

Soften frames on a steel guitar

Beautiful rhythms on the Tradewinds

Blowing in to a Florida farm

You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy

Shuffle them boots on the street

Get into Reggae Cowboy

Feel that Reggae beat, hey, hey, hey, hey

You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy

You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy

You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy

You’ve got to get into Reggae Cowboy