Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

I'll move back down To this western town If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing all my

Come back lover, come back This is where you belong (Let's get together) 'Cause I am love Sprinkle myself around you Shower my warmth upon you I am love, la la la la The eyes of love will watch you

Hit the road Jack and don't you come come back No more, no more, no more, no more What'd you say? I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right) Oh woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean You're the meanest old woman that I've ever have seen I guess if you

Good goodbye (Don't you come come back no more) So say goodbye and hit the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go 'Cause you can't come come back around here Live from the rhythm, it's Something wild, venomous Enemies trying to read me

What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around comes around (What goes around comes back around) I thought I told ya, hey Don't want to think about it Don't want to talk about it I'm just so sick about it Can't

Everybody wants to rule the world Nothing ever lasts forever Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature It's my own design

Let me go home But I wanna go home A million people I Oh, I miss you, you know And I wanna go home I'm coming back home Another summer day Has come come and gone away In Paris and Rome

We come come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods

Won't you come come round my way For some conversation, please It's a conversation piece Oh won't you come come round my way Take me back to California To those crystal neon signs The traveling sensation I'm blinded by the light There are eyes on every corner