Devil Went To Jamaica Lyrics - David Allan Coe

The devil went to Jamaica 

He was looking to sell some weed 

He was doin' fine 

They were standin' in line 

It was excellent weed indeed 

When he came across a young man 

Who was likewise peddling pot 

And the devil slid down the beach to the kid 

And said boy let me tell you what 

I guess you kind of figured 

I'm a reefer head of course 

And after all this time 

I guess that I'm a conniseur of sorts 

Now your stuff smells okay 

But this could tranquilize a horse 

I'll bet a million in cash against your stash 

Cause I think mines better than yours 

The boy said my names Johnny 

And you ain't smoked nothing yet 

One hit of this grass will kick your a@@ 

You got yourself a bet 

Johnny roll a ball of hash 

And make sure it's the bomb 

Cause the devils got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam 

You'll get a million smack-a-roo's in cash if you can cope 

But if you can't the devil gets your dope 

The devil packed a bong 

With a little Acapulco Gold 

And resin flew from his finger tips 

As he fired up his bowl 

He filled that chamber all the way 

And he took a mighty hit 

And as they passed it back and forth 

It gave them both a coughing fit 

(coughing) 

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 

Cannibis Sativa, Sweet Maryjane 

The devils in the backyard frying his brain 

Zig-Zag filled with the diggity-dank 

Hold on tight it will hit you like a tank 

The devil nodded off 

Because he knew that he was stoned 

And he asked if he could by 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 bi$^h 

Mine's the best there ever was 

And they fired up doobies one by one 

Ain't gonna stop until the bag is done 

Green as a bullfrog 

Sticky as glue 

Granny do you get high, yes I do