I was walking down Broadway   New York, New York   Tony Llama boots and a Stetson hat   Proud to be a country boy   Just send a message for me   Pasta man on the road   He said, "You gotta get the rhythm of the islands   And help me carry my load.      Chorus:   You've got to get into reggae, cowboy   Shuffle them boots on the street   Get into reggae cowboy   Feel that reggae beat, hey, hey, hey, hey.      His message hit me like a brick, man   First I laughed then I cried   Somewhere between Jamaica and Nashville   I realized I lived my life   These days I sit in my garden   Saw fir frames on a steel guitar   Beautiful rhythms on the tradewinds   Blowin' in to a Florida farm.      Chorus 2:   They tell me get into reggae, cowboy   Shuffle them boots on the street   Get into reggae cowboy   Feel that reggae beat, hey, hey, hey, hey.      You've got to get into reggae cowboy   Get into reggae cowboy   Get into reggae cowboy   Get into reggae cowboy...