Lyrics

Bug bites Underneath street lights That foreshadow the rain As the Atlantic swells and .. As if it owns this place Mariah can't walk Without small talk Advice or a lie Well he swears he's a sailor But he's not even a swimmer And I can't say because I see him on my way To the water every day Well the country song Is a country song I swear Saint Francis, he would have Sang along How'd he landed In [?] And what the fire wrote Home with me Quacker's pay serves as Slave traders They all made their claim As the island's song Bronze the hair of their young Like molasses to Rum