Guitars and Tiki Bars Songtext
von Kenny Chesney

Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
Tired of this tired old tie I got on
Sick of this traffic 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 halt

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