She was a small town girl, with a small town booth
She wanna trip around the world, what she got to lose
Go to see America, make your way to London
Visit in Jamaica, looking for the right one
There was a boy she knew, with a short term plan
He got an eight ball cue, she put the money in his hand
Hustling the reggae life, in and out of pool halls
Visions of America, written on the back walls
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Reaching out for the sun, like millionaires on the run
Take your time to be free, let it go, let it go
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
They were a small town band, they got the small town blues
Running here and running there, hey what they got to lose
Caught a ship in Pakistan, sail away to Hong Kong
They bought a ring in Siam, honeymoon in Babylon
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah