{"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":62798,"song":"Living And Dying","artist":"Jimmy Buffett","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/62798-living-and-dying-chords-by-jimmy-buffett/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/62798?type=chord","rating":4.79904,"votes":11,"content":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\r\n#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #\r\n#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #\r\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##\r\nFrom: mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu (Mike Hall)\r\nSubject: CRD: Living and Dying in 3/4 Time (album- long)\r\n\r\n\r\nGCC of the \"alt.fan.jimmy-buffett\" Internet Usenet newsgroup. Send all\r\ncomments and questions to Mike A. Hall .\r\n\r\n(please see - Disclaimer statement at end of document -)\r\n\r\n@SONG: Pencil Thin Mustache\r\nPencil Thin Mustache\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1974\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nNow they make new movies in old black and white[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nWith happy endings, where nobody fights[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nSo if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nHoney, jump right up and show your age[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\n I wish I had a pencil thin mustache[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n The \"Boston Blackie\" kind[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\n A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch]\r\n And an autographed picture of Andy Devine[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]D7[/ch]\r\n Oh I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\n Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Then I could solve some mysteries too[/tab]\r\n\r\nBridge:\r\n[tab] [ch]Em[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch] [ch]Em[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nOh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch] [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nDrinkin' on a fake I.D.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]C7[/ch] [ch]F#m[/ch] [ch]C7[/ch]\r\nAnd Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nBut only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nYeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nthen I could solve some mysteries too[/tab]\r\n\r\n(same as above chords with this verse)\r\nBut then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel\r\nGrubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)\r\nYeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,\r\nBut all you want to do is learn how to score\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nYeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nI don't go to church and I don't cut my hair[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F#7[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch]\r\nBut I can go to movies and see it all there[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nJust the way that it used to be[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache\r\n The \"Boston Blackie\" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket\r\n And an autographed picture of Andy Devine\r\n\r\n Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be\r\n Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Arabie\r\n If I only had a pencil thin mustache\r\n Then I could do some cruisin' too\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Oh, I could do some cruisin' too[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]----------------------------------------------------\r\nChord diagrams: E7 - |o2o1oo| A7 - |xo2o2o|\r\n [ch]B7[/ch] - |x212o2| [ch]F#7[/ch]- |xx432o|\r\n F#m - |244222| Bb - |113331| C7 - |x3231o-----------------------|\r\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------|\r\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n@SONG: Come Monday\r\n@CHORDS: Kevin Shuholm\r\nCome Monday\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n\r\nNote: play in G, capo 2nd fret\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n Headin' up to San Francisco[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n For the Labor Day week-end show,[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n I've got my hush-puppies on I guess I[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Never was meant for glitter rock and roll[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Am[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]D7[/ch]\r\n And, honey, I didn't know, that I'd be missin' you so[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Come Monday it'll be all right[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n And I just want you back by my side[/tab]\r\n\r\nYes, it's been quite a summer\r\nRent-a-cars and west-bound trains\r\nAnd now you're off on vacation\r\nSomethin' you tried to explain\r\nAnd darlin', it's I love you so\r\nThat's the reason I just let you go\r\n\r\n(Repeat chorus)\r\n\r\nBridge:\r\n[tab] [ch]Amaj7[/ch] [ch]Dmaj7[/ch] [ch]Amaj7[/ch] [ch]Dmaj7[/ch]\r\n I can't help it honey, you're that much a part of me now[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Amaj7[/ch] [ch]Dmaj7[/ch]\r\n Remember that night in Montana[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] 5/2 5/0 [ch]C[/ch] 5/2 5/0 [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n when we said there'd be no room for doubt[/tab]\r\n\r\nI hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry\r\nI know that it's pretty up there\r\nWe can go hikin' on Tuesday\r\nWith you I'd walk anywhere\r\nCalifornia has worn me quite thin\r\nI just can't wait to see you again\r\n\r\n(Repeat chorus)\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n And I just want you back by my side...[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]-------------------------------------------------------------\r\nChord diagrams: [ch]Amaj7[/ch]=|x02120| [ch]Dmaj7[/ch]=|xx0222|\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------|\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n@SONG: Ringling, Ringling\r\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\r\nRINGLING, RINGLING\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n\r\nIntro: [ch]D[/ch] [ch]D/C[/ch] [ch]D/B[/ch] [ch]D/A[/ch] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n [ch]D[/ch] [ch]D/C[/ch] [ch]D/B[/ch] [ch]D/A[/ch] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E7[/ch]\r\n Ringling, Ringling slippin' away[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Only forty people livin' there today[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E7[/ch]\r\n Streets are dusty, and the bank has been torn down[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n It's a dyin' little town[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch] [ch]E7[/ch]\r\nChurch window's broken, that place ain't been used in years[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nJail don't have a sheriff or a cell[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch]\r\nAnd electric trains, they run by maybe once or twice a month[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nEasin' it on down to Mussel Shell[/tab]\r\n\r\n(Repeat chorus)\r\n\r\nBridge:\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch]\r\n And across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Been there twenty seven years[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E7[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch]\r\n Imagine all the heartaches and tears in 27 years of beer[/tab]\r\n\r\nSo we hopped back in the rent-a-car and we hit the cruise control\r\nPretty soon the town was out of sight\r\nBut we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog\r\nBracin' for a Ringling Friday night\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n Ringling, Ringling you're just slippin' away\r\n I wonder how many people will be there a year from today\r\n Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down\r\n It's a dyin' little town\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] (intro chords)\r\n Yeah, it's a dyin' little town[/tab]\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Brahma Fear\r\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\r\nBrahma Fear\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1974\r\n\r\nIntro: [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI'd like to ride the rodeo, but I've got brahma fear[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSo I'll just stick to aeroplanes, gently pop my ears[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nDrink a lot of whiskey, it gives me such a glow[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIt makes me quite immobile, but it lets my feelings show[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm somewhere below the spotlight[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nSomewhere below the ground[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nYou dig deep enough you might find me[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nFind me and you've found my sound[/tab]\r\n\r\nYes I own a whaler boat, it slides across the sea\r\nAnd some folks say I'm part of it\r\nAnd I know it's part of me\r\nWhen I'm feeling solitaire, it lets me be alone\r\nAnd when I want to habitate, it carries me back home\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n And I'm somewhere below the sunlight\r\n Somewhere upon the sea\r\n You dig deep enough, you might find me\r\n Find me, 'cause that's where I'll be\r\n\r\nYes I'll drink a lot of whiskey\r\nIt gives me such a glow\r\nIt makes me quite immobile, but it lest my feelings show\r\nYes, it makes me quite immobile,\r\nBut it lets my feelings show\r\n\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Brand New Country Star\r\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\r\nBrand New Country Star\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1974\r\n\r\nIntro: [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWell he outgrew his sequined suit, sold his Trailways bus[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nLet his hair get a little too long[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nHis ducktail's bit the dust[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHis custom made, pearl-inlaid guitar slipped from his hand[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd in its place a new electrical one he had flown in from Japan[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n 'Cause he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin'[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Brand new country star[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch]\r\n He rides around in a Lincoln Continental[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Those steer horns on his car[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n Oh, the record men say he's livin' end[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n They're gonna spin him right to the top[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch]\r\n Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n He can either go country or pop[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nGot a good old friend name of Texas Ben,\r\nTells him all the spots to play\r\nAnd a sweet little lady, he calls her Sexy Sadie\r\nShe's with the boy night and day\r\n\r\nThey're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes\r\nThe first one in his old hometown\r\nAnd on ribbon-cuttin' day they'll come from miles away\r\nThe folks'll all gather 'round and sing\r\n\r\n(Repeat chorus)\r\n\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Livingston's Gone to Texas\r\n@CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\r\nLivingston's Gone to Texas\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1974\r\n\r\nIntro: [ch]E[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]B7[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]\r\nNothing is different, nothing's changed at all[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D#m[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]B7[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]\r\nLivingston's gone to Texas, they say he had a ball[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n They say he learned to be a cowboy[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n They say he learned to rope and ride[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n But I wonder if he ever thinks about the tears his woman cried[/tab]\r\n\r\nNow Holly, won't you let me\r\nTry and make you smile\r\nYou loved him as if he were your husband\r\nNow he'll be gone awhile\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n Wrote he had to see the country\r\n On starry nights he wished you were there\r\n And so would show wherever he goes\r\n Deep inside you know he really cares\r\n\r\nAnd nothin' is different, nothin's changed at all\r\nLivingston's still in Texas\r\nSnow's about to fall\r\n\r\n[tab]---------------------------------------\r\nChord diagrams: D#m - |xx4342|\r\n------------------------------------------------------------------------|\r\n------------------------------------------------------------------------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n@SONG: The Wino And I Know\r\nThe Wino and I Know\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1974\r\n\r\nIntro: [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan[/tab]\r\n\r\nHe's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nWalks down the street, shufflin' his feet[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nTo the rhythm that only he knows[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd I've seen him in so many places[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]Bm[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI saw him on the night I was born[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIn a Bourbon Street bar, I received my first scar[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nFrom an old man so tattered and torn[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Like the door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\n Strange situation, wild occupation[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Livin' my life like a song[/tab]\r\n\r\nThe coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde\r\nAnd the donuts are too hot to touch\r\nBut just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool\r\nI eat till I eat way too much\r\n\r\n'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me\r\nBe they pastry or lobster or love\r\nI'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy\r\nIn a world full of pushin' and shove\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'\r\n Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'\r\n Strange situation, wild occupation\r\n Livin' my life like a song\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nSweet sen~orita won't you please come with me[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBack to the island honey, back to the sea[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBack to the only place that I want to be[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean\r\n Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion\r\n Strange situation, wild occupation\r\n Livin' my life like a song\r\n Yes it's a strange situation, wild occupation\r\n Livin' my life like a song\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown\r\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\r\nWest Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1974\r\n\r\nIntro: [ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\nStandin' on side of the Highway 4 exit[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\nA Lady in a tie-dye with a bag by her side[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\nNot really lookin' like anything special[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch]\r\nSaw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride[/tab]\r\n\r\nSat right beside me as the 'meter hit sixty\r\n'Splainin' her travels and her family background\r\nWhen she got through, I could not help but thinkin'\r\nShe's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Father had money and her mother had love[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n Twenty-two years in society's plan[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]\r\n Was cancelled with a swing of her dear mother's hand[/tab]\r\n\r\nSix hours later, we hit Cincinatti\r\nYawnin' she woke and then asked where we were\r\nWhen she found out, she said, \"I must be goin'\"\r\nThis close to Nashville was too close for her\r\n\r\nSo I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars\r\nShe took it then kissed me and gave me a note\r\nShe told me just to read it and mail it Nashville\r\nOn old looseleaf paper to her mother she wrote:\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n She said: Mama, I'm fine, if you happen to wonder\r\n I don't have much money but I still get around\r\n I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays\r\n So fuck all those west Nashville grand ballroom gowns\r\n (she's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown)\r\n\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: Saxophones\r\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\r\nSaxophones\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\r\n1974\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI cut my teeth on Gumbo rock, Benny Spellman and Dr. John[/tab]\r\n\r\nSweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry\r\n[tab] [ch]B[/ch]\r\nUsed to boogie woogie all night long[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nThough I love rock n' roll the acoustic guitar[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E[/ch]\r\nWas the only way I had of becomin' a star[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI'm doin' really nice and travellin' around[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]B[/ch] [ch]A[/ch] [ch]B[/ch]\r\nBut they won't play my record in my old home town[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n[tab] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]A[/ch]\r\n But if I had saxophones[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]E[/ch]\r\n Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]A[/ch]\r\n If I had saxophones[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]B[/ch] [ch]A[/ch]\r\n I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nLivin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion\r\nTo take my Janey downtown\r\nWe hang out in a funky little bar\r\nThey call it the \"Shipwreck Lounge\"\r\nWell we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll\r\nGrabbin' everybody right down in his soul\r\nWhen we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong\r\nThere's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs\r\n\r\nChorus:\r\n But if we had saxophones\r\n Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks\r\n If we had saxophones\r\n I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake\r\n\r\nYeah if we had saxophones\r\nYeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks\r\nIf we had saxophones\r\nI could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J.\r\n\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\n@SONG: God's Own Drunk\r\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\r\nGod's Own Drunk\r\nBy: Lord Buckley\r\n1974\r\n\r\n\"Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man.\r\n I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular\r\n and I swore I'd never do it again.\r\n But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch\r\n his still while he went into town to vote.\r\n\r\n It was right up on the mountain where the map said it would be.\r\n Friends let me tell you one thing though,\r\n it wadn't no ordinary still.\r\n It stood up that mountainside like...\r\n like a huge golden opal,\r\n\r\n God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin',\r\n God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens\r\n and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man,\r\n But, temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash...\r\n (wshew!... woah...)\r\n That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like\r\n honeydew vine water, and I took another slash.\r\n Took another and another and another,\r\n 'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shit\r\n and commenced to get hot flashes.\r\n\r\n Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came\r\n over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before,\r\n It's like, like I was in love,\r\n\r\n (\"why don't we have a little love Mike [Utley]\")\r\n\r\n In love for the first time, with anything that moved.\r\n Animate, in-animate it didn't matter.\r\n It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my\r\n brain sayin, \"Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'...\"\r\n 'Cause I was drunk.\r\n\r\n Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin',\r\n commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man;\r\n And that's when I first saw the bear.\r\n\r\n He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall\r\n he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two\r\n things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. It hung him up.\r\n He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear,\r\n but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk\r\n and a fearless man. It hung him up.\r\n He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a\r\n lot redder than his was. It hung him up.\r\n\r\n So I approached him and I said, \"Mr. Bear, I love every hair on\r\n your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on\r\n the other side of the hill. There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear,\r\n Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey\r\n the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there\r\n tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. You tell 'em I love each\r\n and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister; but if they\r\n give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of\r\n 'em off the hill.\"\r\n\r\n He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think.\r\n Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious,\r\n well hell, I approached him again.\r\n I said, \"Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both\r\n beasts when it comes right down to it. So I want you to be my\r\n buddy, 'Buddy Bear.'\"\r\n So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw\r\n and I led him over to the still.\r\n Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin'\r\n somethin' good.\r\n I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it\r\n upright, (looked like a big damn bear in the circus sippin'\r\n sasparilly in the moonlight.)\r\n I gave him another and another and another\r\n 'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced\r\n to do the \"bear dance.\" Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn\r\n and a grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb\r\n evaded me.\r\n\r\n And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar\r\n and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down,\r\n went to sleep, slept for 4 hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams\r\n And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin'\r\n on the clear cool evenin'.\r\n And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens,\r\n And my buddy the bear was a' missin'...\r\n\r\n Yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors,\r\n\r\n so was that still.\r\n\r\n-- Spoken:\r\n \"that's a take...\"\r\n\r\n[tab]----------------------------------------------------------------------|\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------------|\r\n********************************************************************\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\nDisclaimer -(please read)-:[/tab]\r\n\r\nThese chord arrangments were created for private use. Anyone who\r\ndistributes them or copies them is in risk of violating copyright\r\nlaws. We claim no responsibility for what others do with these\r\nlyrics and chord arrangements.\r\n\r\n Thank you,\r\n The GCC authors\r\n[end of disclaimer]\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n - End of the LADI34T GCC section - 9/8/94","plain_text":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\n#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #\n#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##\nFrom: mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu (Mike Hall)\nSubject: CRD: Living and Dying in 3/4 Time (album- long)\n\n\nGCC of the \"alt.fan.jimmy-buffett\" Internet Usenet newsgroup. Send all\ncomments and questions to Mike A. Hall .\n\n(please see - Disclaimer statement at end of document -)\n\n@SONG: Pencil Thin Mustache\nPencil Thin Mustache\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1974\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nBridge:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n(same as above chords with this verse)\nBut then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel\nGrubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)\nYeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,\nBut all you want to do is learn how to score\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache\n The \"Boston Blackie\" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket\n And an autographed picture of Andy Devine\n\n Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be\n Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Arabie\n If I only had a pencil thin mustache\n Then I could do some cruisin' too\n\n\n\n\n\n@SONG: Come Monday\n@CHORDS: Kevin Shuholm\nCome Monday\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n\nNote: play in G, capo 2nd fret\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\nYes, it's been quite a summer\nRent-a-cars and west-bound trains\nAnd now you're off on vacation\nSomethin' you tried to explain\nAnd darlin', it's I love you so\nThat's the reason I just let you go\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\nBridge:\n\n\n\n\nI hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry\nI know that it's pretty up there\nWe can go hikin' on Tuesday\nWith you I'd walk anywhere\nCalifornia has worn me quite thin\nI just can't wait to see you again\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n\n\n\n\n@SONG: Ringling, Ringling\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\nRINGLING, RINGLING\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n\nIntro: D D/C D/B D/A E7 A7 D\n D D/C D/B D/A E7 A7 D\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\nBridge:\n\n\n\n\nSo we hopped back in the rent-a-car and we hit the cruise control\nPretty soon the town was out of sight\nBut we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog\nBracin' for a Ringling Friday night\n\nChorus:\n Ringling, Ringling you're just slippin' away\n I wonder how many people will be there a year from today\n Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down\n It's a dyin' little town\n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Brahma Fear\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\nBrahma Fear\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1974\n\nIntro: G Am7 D G Am7 D\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nYes I own a whaler boat, it slides across the sea\nAnd some folks say I'm part of it\nAnd I know it's part of me\nWhen I'm feeling solitaire, it lets me be alone\nAnd when I want to habitate, it carries me back home\n\nChorus:\n And I'm somewhere below the sunlight\n Somewhere upon the sea\n You dig deep enough, you might find me\n Find me, 'cause that's where I'll be\n\nYes I'll drink a lot of whiskey\nIt gives me such a glow\nIt makes me quite immobile, but it lest my feelings show\nYes, it makes me quite immobile,\nBut it lets my feelings show\n\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Brand New Country Star\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\nBrand New Country Star\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1974\n\nIntro: G D G\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nGot a good old friend name of Texas Ben,\nTells him all the spots to play\nAnd a sweet little lady, he calls her Sexy Sadie\nShe's with the boy night and day\n\nThey're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes\nThe first one in his old hometown\nAnd on ribbon-cuttin' day they'll come from miles away\nThe folks'll all gather 'round and sing\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Livingston's Gone to Texas\n@CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\nLivingston's Gone to Texas\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1974\n\nIntro: E\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\nNow Holly, won't you let me\nTry and make you smile\nYou loved him as if he were your husband\nNow he'll be gone awhile\n\nChorus:\n Wrote he had to see the country\n On starry nights he wished you were there\n And so would show wherever he goes\n Deep inside you know he really cares\n\nAnd nothin' is different, nothin's changed at all\nLivingston's still in Texas\nSnow's about to fall\n\n\n\n@SONG: The Wino And I Know\nThe Wino and I Know\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1974\n\nIntro: G C G G C G\n\n\nHe's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\nThe coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde\nAnd the donuts are too hot to touch\nBut just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool\nI eat till I eat way too much\n\n'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me\nBe they pastry or lobster or love\nI'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy\nIn a world full of pushin' and shove\n\nChorus:\n And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'\n Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'\n Strange situation, wild occupation\n Livin' my life like a song\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean\n Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion\n Strange situation, wild occupation\n Livin' my life like a song\n Yes it's a strange situation, wild occupation\n Livin' my life like a song\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown\n@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)\nWest Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1974\n\nIntro: C F G C F G\n\n\n\n\n\nSat right beside me as the 'meter hit sixty\n'Splainin' her travels and her family background\nWhen she got through, I could not help but thinkin'\nShe's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\nSix hours later, we hit Cincinatti\nYawnin' she woke and then asked where we were\nWhen she found out, she said, \"I must be goin'\"\nThis close to Nashville was too close for her\n\nSo I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars\nShe took it then kissed me and gave me a note\nShe told me just to read it and mail it Nashville\nOn old looseleaf paper to her mother she wrote:\n\nChorus:\n She said: Mama, I'm fine, if you happen to wonder\n I don't have much money but I still get around\n I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays\n So fuck all those west Nashville grand ballroom gowns\n (she's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown)\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: Saxophones\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\nSaxophones\nBy: Jimmy Buffett\n1974\n\n\n\nSweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChorus:\n\n\n\n\n\n\nLivin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion\nTo take my Janey downtown\nWe hang out in a funky little bar\nThey call it the \"Shipwreck Lounge\"\nWell we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll\nGrabbin' everybody right down in his soul\nWhen we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong\nThere's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs\n\nChorus:\n But if we had saxophones\n Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks\n If we had saxophones\n I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake\n\nYeah if we had saxophones\nYeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks\nIf we had saxophones\nI could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n@SONG: God's Own Drunk\n@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)\nGod's Own Drunk\nBy: Lord Buckley\n1974\n\n\"Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man.\n I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular\n and I swore I'd never do it again.\n But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch\n his still while he went into town to vote.\n\n It was right up on the mountain where the map said it would be.\n Friends let me tell you one thing though,\n it wadn't no ordinary still.\n It stood up that mountainside like...\n like a huge golden opal,\n\n God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin',\n God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens\n and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man,\n But, temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash...\n (wshew!... woah...)\n That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like\n honeydew vine water, and I took another slash.\n Took another and another and another,\n 'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shit\n and commenced to get hot flashes.\n\n Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came\n over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before,\n It's like, like I was in love,\n\n (\"why don't we have a little love Mike [Utley]\")\n\n In love for the first time, with anything that moved.\n Animate, in-animate it didn't matter.\n It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my\n brain sayin, \"Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'...\"\n 'Cause I was drunk.\n\n Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin',\n commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man;\n And that's when I first saw the bear.\n\n He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall\n he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two\n things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. It hung him up.\n He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear,\n but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk\n and a fearless man. It hung him up.\n He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a\n lot redder than his was. It hung him up.\n\n So I approached him and I said, \"Mr. Bear, I love every hair on\n your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on\n the other side of the hill. There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear,\n Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey\n the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there\n tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. You tell 'em I love each\n and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister; but if they\n give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of\n 'em off the hill.\"\n\n He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think.\n Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious,\n well hell, I approached him again.\n I said, \"Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both\n beasts when it comes right down to it. So I want you to be my\n buddy, 'Buddy Bear.'\"\n So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw\n and I led him over to the still.\n Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin'\n somethin' good.\n I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it\n upright, (looked like a big damn bear in the circus sippin'\n sasparilly in the moonlight.)\n I gave him another and another and another\n 'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced\n to do the \"bear dance.\" Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn\n and a grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb\n evaded me.\n\n And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar\n and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down,\n went to sleep, slept for 4 hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams\n And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin'\n on the clear cool evenin'.\n And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens,\n And my buddy the bear was a' missin'...\n\n Yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors,\n\n so was that still.\n\n-- Spoken:\n \"that's a take...\"\n\n\n\nThese chord arrangments were created for private use. Anyone who\ndistributes them or copies them is in risk of violating copyright\nlaws. We claim no responsibility for what others do with these\nlyrics and chord arrangements.\n\n Thank you,\n The GCC authors\n[end of disclaimer]\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\n - End of the LADI34T GCC section - 9/8/94","chords":["A","D","F#7","B7","E7","A7","D7","G","Bb","Em","F#m","C7","C","Am","Bm","Amaj7","Dmaj7","F","D/C","D/B","D/A","Am7","E","D#m"],"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]},"Am7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,0,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,0,1,0]},"Amaj7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,1,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,1,2,0]},"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]},"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]},"Dmaj7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,1,1],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,2,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"E7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,0,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,0,1,0,0]},"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]}}}