{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":62786,"song":"Son Of A Son","artist":"Jimmy Buffett","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/62786-son-of-a-son-chords-by-jimmy-buffett/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/62786?type=chord","rating":4.78249,"votes":56,"content":"@SONG: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor\r\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\r\nSon of a Son of a Sailor\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1978\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nAs the son of a son of a sailor[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]          [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI went out on the sea for adventure[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nExpanding the view of the captain and crew[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nLike a man just released from indenture[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAs a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]         [ch]C[/ch]      [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI have chalked up many a mile[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nRead dozens of books about heroes and crooks[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                               [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd I learned much from both of their styles[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\n     Son of a son, son of a son[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     Son of a son of a sailor[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\n     Son of a gun, load the last ton[/tab]\r\n[tab]                           [ch]C[/ch]\r\n     One step ahead of the jailer[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nNow away in the near future[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nSoutheast of disorder[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nYou can shake the hand of the Mango man[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAs he greets you at the boarder[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd the lady she hails from Trinidad[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIsland of the spices[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nSalt for your meat and cinnamon sweet[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd the rum is for all your good vices[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]      [ch]F[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\n     Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                      [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     That our forefathers harnessed before us[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F[/ch]                         [ch]C[/ch]\r\n     Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings[/tab]\r\n[tab]                              [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     It's a son of a gun of a chorus[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhere it all ends I can't fathom my friends[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIf I knew I might toss out my anchor[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nSo I'll cruise along always searching for songs[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nNot a lawyer a thief or a banker[/tab]\r\n\r\n     But the son of a son, son of a son\r\n     Son of a son of a sailor\r\n     Son of a gun, load the last ton\r\n     One step ahead of the jailer\r\n     I'm just a son of a son, son of a son\r\n     Son of a son of a sailor\r\n\r\n[tab]         [ch]F[/ch]                      [ch]C[/ch]\r\n     The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer[/tab]\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Fool Button\r\n@CHORDS: Mike Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\r\nFool Button\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1978\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nI woke up in a strange room[/tab]\r\n\r\nI'd never seen before\r\n\r\nWeird paintings on the walls\r\n\r\nMirrors on the ceiling\r\n\r\nI bolted for the door\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nLookin' for my rentacar[/tab]\r\n\r\nWas the Cordoba blue or red?\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nTryin' to remember where I put the keys[/tab]\r\n\r\nTryin' to remember what I said\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     I pushed the fool button[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]A[/ch]\r\n     My night went haywire[/tab]\r\n[tab]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     I pushed the fool button[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]E[/ch]\r\n     Set my brain on fire[/tab]\r\n\r\nNow I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar\r\nA little three piece band playin' on the stand\r\nNot knowin' what lay in store\r\nIn a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage\r\nThe crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk\r\nAs he went into a blues rampage\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\nIt was a fool palace\r\nDouble knit on parade\r\nThey pushed the fool button\r\nAs the skinny boy played and played\r\n\r\nPush it, push it, push it\r\n\r\nTry to make a point of protectin' the innocent\r\nBut none of them can be found\r\nIt can happen anytime\r\nHappen anyplace\r\nIt can happen in your own home town\r\n\r\nIf you don't believe my words\r\nOr think my story's true\r\nGet a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol\r\nAnd watch the same thing happen to you\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\nWe'll push the fool button\r\nI'll meet you in the bar\r\nWe'll push the fool button\r\nWhere everyone's a star\r\n\r\n(Jimmy pushed the fool button)\r\n(He pushed it like a fool, Bubba)\r\n(Pushin' like a fool)\r\n(Pushed the button like a fool)\r\n\r\n(Pushed the fool button)\r\n(Pushed it like a fool)\r\n(Pushed the button like a fool)\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: The Last Line\r\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\r\nThe Last Line\r\nBy: Keith Sykes\r\n1977\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]        [ch]F[/ch]            [ch]C[/ch]\r\nGiven my life for songs that I sing[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]         [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]F[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nMatter of fact, I've given everything[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]F[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nTime has come to not make a sound[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]              [ch]F[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nTime has come to lay my burdens down[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]                      [ch]Bb[/ch]  [ch]F[/ch]\r\nWhoa oh oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]                   [ch]F[/ch]   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWhoa oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIt's come from behind[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\nNow is the time[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]      [ch]F[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nFor the last line  (last line)[/tab]\r\n\r\nManaged to keep some friends on my side\r\nTo live through the times of the rumors and lies\r\nNow it's time to rest my heart\r\nLet some other innocent fool take my part\r\nWhoa oh oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\r\nWhoa oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\r\nIt's come from behind\r\nNow is the time\r\nFor the last line  (last line)\r\n\r\n( saxophone solo)\r\n\r\nWhoa oh oh oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\r\nWhoa oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\r\nIt's come from behind\r\nNow it's the time\r\nFor the last line  (last line)\r\n\r\nSo don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' away\r\nYou'll see me again on some other day\r\nYou'll see me again, I'll be ready to go\r\nAnd pour out my songs with my heart and my soul\r\n\r\nWhoa oh oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\r\nWhoa oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\r\nIt's come from behind\r\nNow is the time\r\nFor the last line  (last line)\r\nYes it's come from behind\r\nNow is the time\r\nFor the last line  (last line)\r\nAh the last line  (last line)\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Livingston Saturday Night\r\nLivingston Saturday Night\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1975\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                      [ch]B[/ch]\r\nYou got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A7[/ch]                        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nYou take a few tokes make you feel alright[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                          [ch]B7[/ch]                   [ch]E[/ch]\r\nRockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night[/tab]\r\n[tab]                        [ch]B[/ch]\r\nPickup's washed and you just got paid[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]A7[/ch]                        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nWith any luck at all you might even get laid[/tab]\r\n[tab]               [ch]A[/ch]                          [ch]B[/ch]                   [ch]E[/ch]\r\n'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]             [ch]A[/ch]                          [ch]E[/ch]\r\nSo won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]B7[/ch]                             [ch]E[/ch]\r\nBoot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sand[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch]                           [ch]E[/ch]\r\nSing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F#7[/ch]                                    [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nHittin' on the honeys right outta high school[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]                  [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nFifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right[/tab]\r\n[tab]                  [ch]A7[/ch]                         [ch]B7[/ch]                  [ch]E[/ch]\r\n'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night[/tab]\r\n\r\n(alright Timmy...)\r\n\r\nWhoa listen to the sound of the hot country band\r\nBoot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound\r\nHum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg\r\nTemperature is risin' better pop another keg\r\nFifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right\r\n'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\r\n\r\n(where's that harpoon man...)\r\n\r\nWhoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band\r\nBoot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound\r\nSing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg\r\nTemperature is risin' better pop another keg\r\nFifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right\r\n'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\r\nYeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\r\nOne more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise\r\nCheeseburger in Paradise\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1978\r\n\r\nIntro: ** Play \"|\" as strums or beats\r\n\r\n       [ch]Bm[/ch] ||||  [ch]A[/ch] |\r\n       [ch]Bm[/ch] ||||  [ch]G[/ch] |\r\n       [ch]Bm[/ch] ||||  [ch]A[/ch] | [ch]D[/ch] |\r\n\r\n[tab]          [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nTried to amend my carnivorous habits[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]              [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\nMade it nearly seventy days[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]               [ch]D[/ch]\r\nLosin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\nDrinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBut at night I'd have these wonderful dreams[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]           [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nSome kind of sensuous treat[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNot zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBut a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab]      [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     Cheeseburger in paradise[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     Heaven on Earth with an onion slice[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     Not too particular, not too precise[/tab]\r\n[tab]                [ch]G[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]    [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise[/tab]\r\n\r\nHeard about the old time sailor men\r\nThey eat the same thing again and again\r\nWarm beer and bread they said could raise the dead\r\nWell it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn\r\n\r\nBut times change, sailors these days\r\nWhen I'm in port I get what I need\r\nNot just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris\r\nBut that American creation on which I feed\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n     Cheeseburger in Paradise\r\n     Medium rare with mustard be nice\r\n     Heaven on Earth with an onion slice\r\n     I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise\r\n\r\n** (Guitar Tacet throughout)\r\n**  I like mine with lettuce and tomato\r\n**  Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes\r\n**  Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer\r\n**  Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n     Cheeseburger in Paradise\r\n     Makin' the best of every virtue and vice\r\n     Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a\r\n     Cheeseburger in Paradise\r\n     I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise\r\n     I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise\r\n\r\nRepeat intro\r\nRepeat Guitar Tacet part (above)\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Coast of Marseilles\r\n@CHORDS: Matt Landrum (mdl@cypress.com)\r\nCoast of Marseilles\r\nBy: Keith Sykes\r\n1978\r\n\r\n[tab]      [ch]E[/ch]                [ch]G#7[/ch]               [ch]C#7[/ch] [ch]Cm7[/ch] [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    I sat there on the coast of Marseilles[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]                     [ch]Bm7[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]   [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    My thoughts came by like wind through my hand[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]               [ch]G#7[/ch]          [ch]C#7[/ch] [ch]Cm7[/ch] [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    How good it'd be to feel you again[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]               [ch]Bm7[/ch]                [ch]A/E[/ch] [ch]E/D[/ch] [ch]A/C#[/ch] [ch]E/B[/ch]   [ch]C9[/ch]  [ch]B9[/ch]  [ch]E6[/ch]\r\n    How good it's be to feel that way again[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]E[/ch]              [ch]G#7[/ch]          [ch]C#7[/ch] [ch]Cm7[/ch] [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    Would you be remembering me[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]Bm7[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]   [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    I ask that question time and again[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]               [ch]G#7[/ch]           [ch]C#7[/ch] [ch]Cm7[/ch] [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    The answer came and haunted me so[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]Bm7[/ch]           [ch]A/E[/ch] [ch]E/D[/ch] [ch]A/C#[/ch] [ch]E/B[/ch]\r\n    I would not want to think it again[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C9[/ch]                [ch]B9[/ch]           [ch]E[/ch]\r\n    No, I would not want to think it again[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]C#m7[/ch] [ch]G#m7[/ch]  [ch]C#m[/ch]        [ch]B[/ch]             [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]C7[/ch]\r\n    Youuuuuuuu make it so hard to forget[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C#m7[/ch] [ch]G#m7[/ch]  [ch]C#m[/ch]     [ch]A[/ch]       [ch]B[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\n    Iiiiiiiiii haven't stopped loving you yet[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]E[/ch]               [ch]G#7[/ch]                 [ch]C#7[/ch] [ch]Cm7[/ch] [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    When I left the coast of Marseilles[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]Bm7[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]   [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    I hadn't done what I'd come to do[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]         [ch]G#7[/ch]             [ch]C#7[/ch] [ch]Cm7[/ch] [ch]Bm7[/ch]\r\n    Spent all the money I'd saved[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]               [ch]Bm7[/ch]        [ch]A/E[/ch] [ch]E/D[/ch] [ch]A/C#[/ch] [ch]E/B[/ch]\r\n    Still did not get over you[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C9[/ch]               [ch]B9[/ch]        [ch]A/E[/ch] [ch]E/D[/ch] [ch]A/C#[/ch] [ch]E/B[/ch]\r\n    No, I still did not get over you[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C#m7[/ch]  [ch]C9[/ch]  [ch]B9[/ch]  [ch]E6[/ch]\r\n    Oooooooooooo[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\nChord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass)\r\n[ch]A/C#[/ch]  - x4x2xo   [ch]B9[/ch]  - x21222   [ch]Cm7[/ch]  - x35343   [ch]E6[/ch]  - o2212----------|o\r\n[ch]A/E[/ch]   - xx2x2o   [ch]C7[/ch]  - x35353   [ch]C#m7[/ch] - x46454------------------------|   [ch]E/D[/ch] - xxoxoo\r\n[ch]Bm7[/ch]   - x24232   [ch]C9[/ch]  - x32333   [ch]E/B[/ch]  - o2x1xo   [ch]G#7[/ch] - 464544---------|\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------------|\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n@SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle\r\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\r\nCowboy in the Jungle\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1978\r\n\r\n[tab]         [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThere's a cowboy in the jungle[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd he looks so out of place[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWith his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd his   skin as white as paste[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nHeadin' south to Paraguay[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhere the Gauchos sing and shout[/tab]\r\n\r\nNow he's stuck in Porto Bello\r\n[tab]            [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nSince his   money all ran out[/tab]\r\n\r\nSo he hangs out with the sailors\r\nNight and day they're raisin' hell\r\nAnd his original destination's just another\r\nStory that he loves to tell\r\n\r\nWith no plans for the future\r\nHe still seems in control\r\nFrom a bronco ride to a ten foot tide\r\nHe just had to learn to roll\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]  [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     Roll with the punches[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     Play all of his hunches[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]C[/ch]                                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     Make the best of whatever came his way[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     What he lacked in ambition[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]C[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]  [ch]Em[/ch]\r\n     He made up with in-tuition[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]C[/ch]                   [ch]D[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     Plowing straight ahead come what may[/tab]\r\n\r\nSteel band in the distance\r\nAnd their music floats across the bay\r\nWhile American women in moomoos\r\nTalk about all the things they did today\r\n\r\nAnd their husbands quack about fishing\r\nAs they slug those rum drinks down\r\nDiscussing who caught what and who sat on his butt\r\nBut it's the only show in town\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\nThey're tryin' to drink all the punches\r\nThey all may lose their lunches\r\nTryin' to cram lost years into five or six days\r\nSeems that blind ambition erased their intuition\r\nPlowin' straight ahead come what may\r\n\r\nRefrain:\r\n[tab]         [ch]F[/ch]              [ch]C[/ch]                      [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     But I don't want to live on that kind of island[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]                   [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea[/tab]\r\n[tab]                  [ch]Em[/ch]              [ch]A7[/ch]\r\n     Too much for me, too much for me[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]                   [ch]D[/ch]                      [ch]G[/ch]\r\n     I've got to be where the wind and the water are free[/tab]\r\n\r\nAlone on a midnight passage\r\nI can count the falling stars\r\nWhile the Southern Cross and the satellites\r\nThey remind me of where we are\r\n\r\nSpinning around in circles\r\nLiving it day to day\r\nAnd still twenty four hours may be sixty good years\r\nIt's still not that long a stay\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\nWe've gotta roll with the punches\r\nLearn to play all of our hunches\r\nMakin' the best of whatever comes your way\r\nForget that blind ambition\r\nAnd learn to trust your intuition\r\nPlowin' straight ahead come what may\r\n[tab]              [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]      [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd there's a cowboy in the jungle[/tab]\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Man~ana\r\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\r\nMan~ana\r\nBy:  Jimmy Buffett\r\n1978\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nShe said I can't go back to America soon[/tab]\r\n\r\nIt's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June\r\n[tab]              [ch]G[/ch]                       [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nYeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo, stuck in their cars[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]A[/ch]                        [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nCustoms man tells her that she's gotta leave[/tab]\r\n\r\nShe's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve\r\n[tab]                    [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]     ([ch]D7[/ch])\r\nAnd any direction he blows'll be fine.[/tab]\r\n\r\nCHORUS:\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]                                     [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]                                  [ch]D[/ch]    [ch]D7[/ch]\r\n     I have heard those words for so very long[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]                                                   [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]A[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong[/tab]\r\n\r\nTried and I tried but I don't understand\r\nNever seems to work out the way I had it planned\r\nHangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called\r\nSingin' anybody there really wanna' get small\r\n\r\nBut women and water are in short supply\r\nThere's not enough dope for us all to get high\r\nI hear it gets better, that's what they say\r\nAs soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n     Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it\r\n     I have heard your lines for so very long\r\n     Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it\r\n     Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song\r\n\r\n(spoken: \"Alright, let's reggae Reefers'\")\r\nSOLO:  [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]A[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\nCalled all my friends on those cheap nightly rates\r\nSure was good to talk to the old United States\r\nWhile the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west\r\nI see General Electric's still doing their best\r\n\r\nI've got to head this boat south pretty soon\r\nNew album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes\r\nBut I know that I'll get 'em\r\nI know that they'll come\r\nThrough the people and places and Callwoods Rum\r\n\r\nLast Chorus:\r\n     So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it\r\n     I have done your lines for so very long\r\n     Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it\r\n     Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged!  (gong)\r\n[tab]           [ch]A[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]D[/ch]\r\n     And I hope Anita Bryant never ever does one of my songs[/tab]\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: African Friend\r\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu)\r\nAfrican Friend\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1978\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]C[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nDisembarking at Duvalier Airport[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]               [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]\r\nSeeking transportation to town[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAs the purple ink dried on his passport[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]D[/ch]              [ch]C[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHe could still feel the eyes look around[/tab]\r\n\r\n(Some French stuff) casino\r\nSpoke to the cabbie and smiled\r\nDriver replied vous o louvos\r\nAs he motioned the dark man inside\r\n\r\n[tab]               [ch]Bm[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nCHORUS:        Business in Aruba concluded[/tab]\r\n[tab]                      [ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch] [ch]Dsus4[/ch]\r\n               He now had a little money to spend[/tab]\r\n[tab]                      [ch]C[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]\r\n               That's how I came to meet my African friend[/tab]\r\n\r\nWe were rolling the bones several hours\r\nConversing as most gamblers do\r\nWe were calling on all of our powers\r\nHoping to see the night through\r\n\r\nBut not approving at all of our winning,\r\nPit boss he tugged at his sleeve\r\nThrough the whole thing my new friend was grinning\r\nWhen he motioned it's time we should leave\r\n\r\n               With our night at the tables behind us\r\n               We were ready just to do it again\r\n               That's when I came to know my African friend\r\n\r\nINSTRUMENTAL\r\n\r\nBut I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse\r\nSoldier told me I better leave\r\nAs I stumbled to find me a taxi\r\nI saw a note pinned to my sleeve\r\n\r\nIt was a pleasure and a hell of an evening\r\nTruly was our night to win\r\nBut the authorities insist on my leaving\r\nTake care, my American friend\r\n\r\n               With my weekend in Haiti concluded\r\n               I now had a little money to spend\r\n               That's how I came know my African Friend","plain_text":"@SONG: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\nSon of a Son of a Sailor\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1978\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n     But the son of a son, son of a son\n     Son of a son of a sailor\n     Son of a gun, load the last ton\n     One step ahead of the jailer\n     I'm just a son of a son, son of a son\n     Son of a son of a sailor\n\n\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Fool Button\n@CHORDS: Mike Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\nFool Button\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1978\n\n\n\nI'd never seen before\n\nWeird paintings on the walls\n\nMirrors on the ceiling\n\nI bolted for the door\n\n\nWas the Cordoba blue or red?\n\n\nTryin' to remember what I said\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\nNow I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar\nA little three piece band playin' on the stand\nNot knowin' what lay in store\nIn a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage\nThe crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk\nAs he went into a blues rampage\n\nChorus:\nIt was a fool palace\nDouble knit on parade\nThey pushed the fool button\nAs the skinny boy played and played\n\nPush it, push it, push it\n\nTry to make a point of protectin' the innocent\nBut none of them can be found\nIt can happen anytime\nHappen anyplace\nIt can happen in your own home town\n\nIf you don't believe my words\nOr think my story's true\nGet a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol\nAnd watch the same thing happen to you\n\nChorus:\nWe'll push the fool button\nI'll meet you in the bar\nWe'll push the fool button\nWhere everyone's a star\n\n(Jimmy pushed the fool button)\n(He pushed it like a fool, Bubba)\n(Pushin' like a fool)\n(Pushed the button like a fool)\n\n(Pushed the fool button)\n(Pushed it like a fool)\n(Pushed the button like a fool)\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: The Last Line\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\nThe Last Line\nBy: Keith Sykes\n1977\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nManaged to keep some friends on my side\nTo live through the times of the rumors and lies\nNow it's time to rest my heart\nLet some other innocent fool take my part\nWhoa oh oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\nWhoa oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\nIt's come from behind\nNow is the time\nFor the last line  (last line)\n\n( saxophone solo)\n\nWhoa oh oh oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\nWhoa oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\nIt's come from behind\nNow it's the time\nFor the last line  (last line)\n\nSo don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' away\nYou'll see me again on some other day\nYou'll see me again, I'll be ready to go\nAnd pour out my songs with my heart and my soul\n\nWhoa oh oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\nWhoa oh  (woe oh woe oh woe oh)\nIt's come from behind\nNow is the time\nFor the last line  (last line)\nYes it's come from behind\nNow is the time\nFor the last line  (last line)\nAh the last line  (last line)\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Livingston Saturday Night\nLivingston Saturday Night\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1975\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n(alright Timmy...)\n\nWhoa listen to the sound of the hot country band\nBoot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound\nHum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg\nTemperature is risin' better pop another keg\nFifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right\n'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\n\n(where's that harpoon man...)\n\nWhoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band\nBoot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound\nSing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg\nTemperature is risin' better pop another keg\nFifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right\n'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\nYeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\nOne more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise\nCheeseburger in Paradise\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1978\n\nIntro: ** Play \"|\" as strums or beats\n\n       Bm ||||  A |\n       Bm ||||  G |\n       Bm ||||  A | D |\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\nHeard about the old time sailor men\nThey eat the same thing again and again\nWarm beer and bread they said could raise the dead\nWell it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn\n\nBut times change, sailors these days\nWhen I'm in port I get what I need\nNot just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris\nBut that American creation on which I feed\n\nChorus:\n     Cheeseburger in Paradise\n     Medium rare with mustard be nice\n     Heaven on Earth with an onion slice\n     I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise\n\n** (Guitar Tacet throughout)\n**  I like mine with lettuce and tomato\n**  Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes\n**  Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer\n**  Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my\n\nChorus:\n     Cheeseburger in Paradise\n     Makin' the best of every virtue and vice\n     Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a\n     Cheeseburger in Paradise\n     I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise\n     I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise\n\nRepeat intro\nRepeat Guitar Tacet part (above)\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Coast of Marseilles\n@CHORDS: Matt Landrum (mdl@cypress.com)\nCoast of Marseilles\nBy: Keith Sykes\n1978\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n@SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\nCowboy in the Jungle\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1978\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nNow he's stuck in Porto Bello\n\n\nSo he hangs out with the sailors\nNight and day they're raisin' hell\nAnd his original destination's just another\nStory that he loves to tell\n\nWith no plans for the future\nHe still seems in control\nFrom a bronco ride to a ten foot tide\nHe just had to learn to roll\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nSteel band in the distance\nAnd their music floats across the bay\nWhile American women in moomoos\nTalk about all the things they did today\n\nAnd their husbands quack about fishing\nAs they slug those rum drinks down\nDiscussing who caught what and who sat on his butt\nBut it's the only show in town\n\nChorus:\nThey're tryin' to drink all the punches\nThey all may lose their lunches\nTryin' to cram lost years into five or six days\nSeems that blind ambition erased their intuition\nPlowin' straight ahead come what may\n\nRefrain:\n\n\n\n\n\nAlone on a midnight passage\nI can count the falling stars\nWhile the Southern Cross and the satellites\nThey remind me of where we are\n\nSpinning around in circles\nLiving it day to day\nAnd still twenty four hours may be sixty good years\nIt's still not that long a stay\n\nChorus:\nWe've gotta roll with the punches\nLearn to play all of our hunches\nMakin' the best of whatever comes your way\nForget that blind ambition\nAnd learn to trust your intuition\nPlowin' straight ahead come what may\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Man~ana\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\nMan~ana\nBy:  Jimmy Buffett\n1978\n\n\n\nIt's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June\n\n\n\n\n\nShe's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve\n\n\n\nCHORUS:\n\n\n\n\n\nTried and I tried but I don't understand\nNever seems to work out the way I had it planned\nHangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called\nSingin' anybody there really wanna' get small\n\nBut women and water are in short supply\nThere's not enough dope for us all to get high\nI hear it gets better, that's what they say\nAs soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay\n\nChorus:\n     Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it\n     I have heard your lines for so very long\n     Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it\n     Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song\n\n(spoken: \"Alright, let's reggae Reefers'\")\nSOLO:  D          G    A   G D\n\nCalled all my friends on those cheap nightly rates\nSure was good to talk to the old United States\nWhile the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west\nI see General Electric's still doing their best\n\nI've got to head this boat south pretty soon\nNew album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes\nBut I know that I'll get 'em\nI know that they'll come\nThrough the people and places and Callwoods Rum\n\nLast Chorus:\n     So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it\n     I have done your lines for so very long\n     Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it\n     Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged!  (gong)\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: African Friend\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu)\nAfrican Friend\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1978\n\n\n\n\n\n\n(Some French stuff) casino\nSpoke to the cabbie and smiled\nDriver replied vous o louvos\nAs he motioned the dark man inside\n\n\n\n\n\nWe were rolling the bones several hours\nConversing as most gamblers do\nWe were calling on all of our powers\nHoping to see the night through\n\nBut not approving at all of our winning,\nPit boss he tugged at his sleeve\nThrough the whole thing my new friend was grinning\nWhen he motioned it's time we should leave\n\n               With our night at the tables behind us\n               We were ready just to do it again\n               That's when I came to know my African friend\n\nINSTRUMENTAL\n\nBut I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse\nSoldier told me I better leave\nAs I stumbled to find me a taxi\nI saw a note pinned to my sleeve\n\nIt was a pleasure and a hell of an evening\nTruly was our night to win\nBut the authorities insist on my leaving\nTake care, my American friend\n\n               With my weekend in Haiti concluded\n               I now had a little money to spend\n               That's how I came know my African Friend","chords":["A","G","F","C","D","E","Bb","B","A7","B7","F#7","Bm","G#7","C#7","Cm7","Bm7","A/E","E/D","A/C#","E/B","C9","B9","E6","C#m7"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"A7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,0,2,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,0,2,0]},"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"B7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,1,3,0,4],"frets":[-1,2,1,2,0,2]},"Bm":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,3,2]},"Bm7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,0,2,0,3],"frets":[-1,2,0,2,0,2]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"C7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,4,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,3,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"D7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,2,1,3],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,1,2]},"Dsus4":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,2,3],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,3]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}