Kenny Chesney - Island Boy

He left Maine 'cause he needed a change,
And he was desperate to rearange priorities,
And he thought the sea,
Would be the best place to be.

So he saved his money, sold his car,
And with his eye set on a southern star,
He got the courage to follow his heart,

He set out for a brand new start.

He's an island boy,
Now he's an island boy
Livin his life where stress is the enemy Now he's an island boy,
A stone's throw from St. Croix,
He's finaly found his piece of serenity.

Now he tends bar, at the Old Mango,
And he see's tourists come and go,
With their pressed pants and camera case,
Too much sunburn on their face.

Now he watches the snow on CNN,
With all of his dope smokin friends,
Just look at the Hell they must be in
He swears he won't go back again.