Kenny Chesney - Guitars and Tiki Bars lyrics

Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone

Tired of this tired old tie I got on

Sick of this trafic jam that I'm in,

We all get sick of it all now and then.

When I've had it up to here I go down there.

To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,

Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove.

Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,

It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.

I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea,

Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key,

Sick of this grind and I think that I ought

To bring this grind to a grinding hault.

Now I've had it up to here let's go down there.

To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,

Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove.

Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,

It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.

Now I've had it up to here let's go down there.

To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,

Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove.

Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,

It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love...