Letras: Kingston Trio (The). Sold Out. Bimini.

(B. Olofson/M. McIntyre)

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini.

We were all sailors 'til the day our boat pulled in to Bimini Bay.
We tapped a keg. We loaded on. Woke up to find the boat was gone!

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Send my bail down to Bimini. This town is wearisome. Got thrown in jail just for drinkin' Barbego rum, Barbego rum.

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin 'til I go down to Bimini.,

I recollect the other night, seems like there was a friendly fight.
It was a woman brought me grief. Her mother was the police chief!

[Chorus]

I told them I would mend my ways. They let me out in thirty days.
One little sip to quench my thirst, I should have read the label first!

[Chorus]

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini.

They say that Bimini can't afford to keep providing room and board.
I'm anchored here by ball and chain, squeezin' the rum from sugar cane.

[Chorus]

Oh, 'til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin' 'til I go down to Bimini. [Repeat and fade]