Peter Cross Jamaica Dandy Lyrics:
We know the white boys come from America
To Jamaica searching for the Rasta
And when they meet teeth flash in the alleyway
Green dollars for Jamaican ganja
He come down from the hills with a golden load
It tastes like cake or candy
Heavy cats from New York hanging down by the wharf
They dealing with Jamaica Dandy
Loading ships on moonlit bays
Blue Mountain hideaways
Nobody sitting in the bushes with a submachine gun
Lord I miss those golden days
We were living in a ganja haze
I want to go back to a time before it all got crazed
Jamaica Dandy, I miss you
Jamaica Dandy, I miss you

The man three times older than the white boys
Swing two machetes in the hot sun
He baled 70 ki's on his hands and knees
Nobody looking if he took one
But then the word came down out of Kingston Town
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Cool it on the white connection
Dandy heard it but he told the American boys
We gonna make it through the next election

Loading ships on moonlit bays
Blue Mountain hideaways
Nobody sitting in the bushes with a submachine gun
Lord I miss those golden days
We were living in a ganja haze
I want to go back to a time before it all got crazed
Jamaica Dandy, I miss you
Jamaica Dandy, I miss you

It was in 1974, my friend, the heat come in from Miami
There was hell to pay from the DEA guns
looking for Jamaica Dandy
But when they broke down the door in the dead of night
Smell of the herb so alarming
It was a Rasta joke, empty room full of smoke
He back in the Blue Hills farming

Loading ships on moonlit bays
Blue Mountain hideaways
Nobody sitting in the bushes with a submachine gun
Lord I miss those golden days
We were living in a ganja haze
I want to go back to a time before it all got crazed
Jamaica Dandy, I miss you
Jamaica Dandy, I miss you
Lyrics: Jamaica Dandy, Peter Cross [end]