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Out To The Island


Artist: Roy Wayne Originals
Artist's Description
We always liked the down south, carribean style of music. This is suited to those who can't wait to get away from the mundane 9 to 5 job and head for the water and sand.

Genre(s): World, Caribbean
Mood(s): Fun, Positive, Romantic
Style(s): Beach Party, Friendship, Summer
Language(s): English
Extended License:$175.00
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Out To The Island

By Roy Wayne Originals
Out To the Island
My lunchbox and me, we ain’t free
We’re tied to the clock every day
Well maybe its fate, this job that I hate
Will soon get the best of me
This traffic and city, might be a pity
And the wheels go round and round
But it’s Friday night, and I’m dam sure right
Settin’ sail for higher ground

I’m going out to the island, out in the sea
Out where my life and the air is free
Ain’t no watch on my hand, it’s paradise in the sand
Out to the island where palm trees grow
Sandals and sun and the livin’ is slow
And I’ll be singin’ a song, when you come along

With the red sunrise, my sleepy eyes
Tell me it’s Monday again
Not too much to pack, but I gotta head back
To a world that’s all in vain
I hear the foreman call, see the clock on the wall
It’s all such a waste of my time
Cause lying with you and this cooler of beer
Has damm sure changed my mind

We’re gonna stay out on the island, out in the sea
Out where our life and the air is free
Ain’t no watch on our hand, just paradise in the sand
Out to the island, where palm trees grow
Sandals and sun and the livin’ is slow
And we’ll be singing this song, when the daylight is gone

Copyright – Wayne Mullins and Roy LeBlanc
DOC – August 03, 2009



Out To the Island
My lunchbox and me, we ain’t free
We’re tied to the clock every day
Well maybe its fate, this job that I hate
Will soon get the best of me
This traffic and city, might be a pity
And the wheels go round and round
But it’s Friday night, and I’m dam sure right
Settin’ sail for higher ground

I’m going out to the island, out in the sea
Out where my life and the air is free
Ain’t no watch on my hand, it’s paradise in the sand
Out to the island where palm trees grow
Sandals and sun and the livin’ is slow
And I’ll be singin’ a song, when you come along

With the red sunrise, my sleepy eyes
Tell me it’s Monday again
Not too much to pack, but I gotta head back
To a world that’s all in vain
I hear the foreman call, see the clock on the wall
It’s all such a waste of my time
Cause lying with you and this cooler of beer
Has damm sure changed my mind

We’re gonna stay out on the island, out in the sea
Out where our life and the air is free
Ain’t no watch on our hand, just paradise in the sand
Out to the island, where palm trees grow
Sandals and sun and the livin’ is slow
And we’ll be singing this song, when the daylight is gone

Copyright – Wayne Mullins and Roy LeBlanc
DOC – August 03, 2009

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