Lyrics to "It's Hard to Write a Blues Song in Jamaica"

It's hard to write a blues song in Jamaica Or any island in the tropics With all these mangoes and papayas I just can't seem to find the topics, Yes, it's tough to write a blues song In a place that's always sunny, When you're thinking 'bout your tan You can't worry 'bout your money. REFRAIN Life is so simple down by the sea Where the wind is windy and the coconuts are free, Nothing much to do here, but watch the seagulls glide And the only highs and lows come and go with the tide. It's hard to write a blues song in Jamaica When you're tanned and sipping rum, Feelin' "yahmon" with your maker, Slowly sucking on a plum. The only thing that's blue here Is the ocean and the sky, Guess I'll take another breath, It don't take too much to try. REFRAIN Life is so simple when you're drinking your rum punch, Goes with absolutely everything except a power lunch, There's nothing much to say here sitting still beneath the moon Knowing that my problems will all be over soon. It's hard to write a blues song on vacation Spending all day in your shorts Readin' night skies like a Haitian Not no quarterly reports, The only thing that's blue here Is the blue that's in your eye Watching clouds on the horizon Gently floating by. REFRAIN Life is so simple when the fisherman at sea Ain't fishin' with no internets and nothin' starts with "E" There's nothing much to know here and nothing to forget, If there's an uptight rasta man, I sure ain't met him yet. It's hard to write a blues song in Jamaica When the sunset's turning red And you're eating a ripe banana No longer in your head. The only thing that's blue here Are blueberries in your cream And those troubles way back home? They be fadin' like dream. REFRAIN Life is so simple down by the sea Where the wind is windy and the coconuts are free, Nothing much to do here, but watch the seagulls glide And the only highs and lows come and go with the tide. It's hard to write a blues song in Jamaica When you're shoppin' for papaya And the flight down south was free Cause you're a frequent flyer. Oh, it's tough to write a blues song When everything is right And you need no bottom line To find out when the fish will bite. It's hard to write a blues song in Jamaica When you're tanned and rested all the time And your interest in the ocean Far exceeds the prime, It's hard to write a blues song When the sunrise is so fine And you're happy for no reason And life is so divine (Gonna call this island mine) (Got rum punch up my spine) (God's given me a sign) (Aki Aki all the time) (Made a friend, no make that nine) (All my stars must be aligned) (Yahmon, you won't ever no you won't ever, I said you will never ever hear me whine) Yeah, it's hard to write a blues song in Jamaica.