Grand Bahama Scheme by Tiffany Hulse
It’s a Grand Bahama scheme.
Got my ass in the sand, with a cold one in hand,
Just livin’ my dream.
Cause it’s a Grand Bahama scheme.
So it started to rain, as I exit the plane,
And I leave with my cargo in hand.
Guitar by my side, I’ve decided to hide,
And join in a tropical band.
So won’t you take my advice, I won’t tell you this twice,
Jimmy has the right idea.
Going down to the islands, gonna fish those pilings,
I’ll buy you a couple of beers.
The boss tries to call, I do nothing at all,
As I lay in my hammock all day.
I’m not going back, that old life was an act,
For the rest of my life I will stay.