Out on the road there's a man in a truck
Praying it doesn't snow.
He's miles from his home on a 10-day run,
Still got a long way to go.
He pulls off the highway to top off his tank
And stands pumping gas in the cold.
When he pulls out his wallet and looks at the bills
It warms him right down to his soul.

Chorus: Caribbean Money, Souvenir bills from a cruise
Caribbean Money, Clears up his seasonal blues
When his work starts to get in the way of his fun,
This currency causes a phenomenon.
Caribbean Money, Carries him back to the sun.

There's a worn dollar bill he picked up in Belize
At a bar on Ambergris Cay,
Change from a meal of ceviche and beer,
So good that he still can't believe.
A fin from Barbados, a stain on the edge,
Spilled from his last rum and coke.
That Bridgetown cafe where he ate flying fish
He thought it was some kind of a joke

Chorus

Bridge: Everybody has a place in their heart
Where life is simple and free
A place they can go get away from it all
That's where we all want to be.

The rain on his wipers is turning to snow,
The roads will be icing up soon.
But he's in the tropics, at least in his head--
His body could be on the moon.
The greenbacks he's holding are keeping him warm
A smile spreads all over his face.
The memories stoking the flames in his heart--
He's going back there some day.

Writer : DELMA CARL SUGGS
Copyright : Lyrics © Hurricane Hole Music