Moonwalkersmusic - Jamaica, Saddle Up

And it carried me.
A little slide guitar, a rolling bass,
Big old smile spreading 'cross my face.
Came for a night,
But I stayed till dawn; every time it stopped, we said,
"Play on." Jamaica, saddle up, here we go,
Heel-toe shuffle where the warm winds blow.
Yeehaw, ringing through the midnight blue,
Country in my boots got the groove from you.
Turn it up, let the speakers sway,