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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":62800,"song":"A1A","artist":"Jimmy Buffett","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/62800-a1a-chords-by-jimmy-buffett/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/62800?type=chord","rating":4.81179,"votes":27,"content":"Full Album: A1A\r\n\r\nMakin' Music For Money\r\nBy:  Alex Harvey, 1974\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\nE (See below for tab)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nWhen I woke up this mornin'[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI was tired as I could be[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]B[/ch]\r\nI think I was countin' my money[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]                       [ch]E[/ch]\r\nWhen I should a' been countin' sheep[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nMy agent he just called me\r\nAnd told me what I should be\r\nIf I would make my music for money\r\nInstead of makin' music for me\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A[/ch]                        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI said, \"I know that this may sound funny[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]                           [ch]E[/ch]\r\nBut money don't mean nothin' to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI won't make my music for money[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]B[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nNo, I'm gonna make my music for me\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nHe said, \"The people only buy the love songs\r\nRock n' Roll and not too long\"\r\nHe said, \"Son you got to be commercial\r\nIf you want to turn the people on\"\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nAnd I said, \"Turnin' on the people\r\nNow that's a beautiful place to be\r\nBut if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme\r\nWell, who's gonna turn on me?\"\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A[/ch]                        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI said, \"I know that this may sound funny[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]                           [ch]E[/ch]\r\nBut money don't mean nothin' to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI won't make my music for money[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]B[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nNo, I'm gonna make my music for me\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n(Use bar/power chords)\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]B[/ch] [ch]A[/ch]   |[ch]A[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]B[/ch] [ch]A[/ch]   |[ch]A[/ch] [ch]E[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\nWell now I went up to Country\r\nAnd I'll tell you all about the scene\r\nI found a place with much charm and much grace\r\nThat wasn't touched by the music machine\r\n\r\n[Verse 6]\r\nWhoa, the people were havin' a good time\r\nMakin' music all day long\r\nAnd nobody cared if they ever got paid\r\nOne penny for playin' a song\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A[/ch]                        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI said, \"I know that this may sound funny[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]                           [ch]E[/ch]\r\nBut money don't mean nothin' to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI won't make my music for money[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]B[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nNo, I'm gonna make my music for me\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A[/ch]                        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI said, \"I know that this may sound funny[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]                           [ch]E[/ch]\r\nBut money don't mean nothin' to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI won't make my music for money[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]B[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]\r\nNo, I'm gonna make my music for me\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab][Coda]\r\ne|---------------------------------------------------|\r\nB|---------------------------------------------------|\r\nG|---------------------------------------------------|\r\nD|-6---9-9--------6---9-9--------6---9-9-------------|\r\nA|-7-------9-7----7-------9-7----7-------9-7-9---7---|\r\nE|---------------------------------------------9-----|[/tab]\r\n\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\r\nDoor Number Three\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman, 1974\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\n[ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nOh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nMy turn to have me a ball[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nBoys at the shop told me just where to stop[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]A7[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nIf I wanted to play for it all[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                             [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nI didn't know I'd find her on daytime TV[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nMy whole world lies waiting behind door number three[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI chose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]C[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd they rolled me to the very first row[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI held a big sign that said, \"Kiss me I'm a baker[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd Monty I sure need the dough\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                                   [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThen I grabbed that sucker by the throat until he called on me[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\n'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]                                  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd I don't want what Jay's got on his table[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                                  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nOr the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]C[/ch]                                  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nNo I'll hold out just as long as I am able[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]A7[/ch]                             [ch]D[/ch]     [ch]D7[/ch]\r\nOr until I can unlock that lucky door[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                   \r\nWell, she's no big deal to most folks[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBut she's everything to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\n'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nOh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walkin' down your hall\r\nGot beat, lost my seat, but I'm not a man to crawl\r\nThough I didn't get rich, you son of a bitch\r\nI'll be back just wait and see\r\n\r\n'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three\r\nYes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\r\nDallas\r\nBy: Roger Bartlett, 1974\r\n\r\nNote:\r\nThis song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but\r\nI've arranged it here for a standard guitar.\r\n\r\n[Chords]\r\n[ch]Asus2[/ch]      x02230       \r\n[ch]F#m[/ch]        244222\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\n[ch]A[/ch] [ch]Asus2[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]                            [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nIf you ever get the chance to go to Dallas[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nTake it from me pass it by[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                          [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\n'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nTake it from me don't go and cry[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nGonna stop off for awhile and see my woman[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nPeople do you wrong down in Dallas\r\nI know well they've done it to me\r\nStealin' all your bread, they're so callous\r\nI know well just look and see\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nGonna stop off for awhile and see my woman[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[tab]      [ch]D[/ch]                   [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWell, people like me just can't be free[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch] [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThe Provo man won't let us be-ee[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIf the people who knew could get away[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]  [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI'm real sure they'd heed the day[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Instrumental]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYeah, now come on down and lose your mental balance\r\nLook at me half crazy now\r\nOh, talkin' to chairs is strange and I know it\r\nLook at me I'm doin' it know\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nGonna stop off for awhile and see my woman[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nGonna stop off for awhile and see my woman[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[tab]        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nGonna stop off for awhile and see my woman[/tab]\r\n\r\n-------------------------------------------------------------\r\nPresents To Send You\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\n[ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nWell now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\nDresses like the city girls do[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWhen we're apart there's no ache in my heart[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]C[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhen we're together we're a hell of a crew[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd I got presents to send you[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nEven got money to lend you[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBut honey I can never ever pretend[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nYou're not there on my mind[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThere sits a fifth of Tequila\r\nGod I swore I'd never drink it again\r\nBut my last little bout I had my hair pulled out\r\nBy a man who really wasn't my friend\r\nAnd I know I'll never see him again\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd I got presents to send you[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nEven got money to lend you[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBut honey I can never ever pretend[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nYou're not there on my mind[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]               [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nYeah, I thought I might sail down to Bridgetown[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]F[/ch]           [ch]C[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nSpend some time in the Barbados sun[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nBut my plans took a skid when I smoked a whole lid[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A7[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWound up where I'd begun[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd I got presents to send you[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nEven got money to lend you[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBut honey I can never ever pretend[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nYou're not there on my mind[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Instrumental]\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd I got presents to send you[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nEven got money to lend you[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nBut honey I can never ever pretend[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nYou're not there on my mind[/tab]\r\n\r\n----------------------------------------------------------------\r\nStories We Could Tell\r\nBy: John B. Sebastian, 1974\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\n[ch]D[/ch] [ch]Dsus2[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nTalkin' to myself again[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWonderin' if this travellin' is good[/tab]\r\n\r\nIs there somethin' else a' doin'\r\n[tab]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWe'd be doin' if we could[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  But ah, the stories we could tell[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd if it all blows up and goes to Hell[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nListen to the stories we could tell[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nStared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nNameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nScars upon the face told of all the times he fell[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSingin' all the stories he could tell[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  Ah, the stories he could tell[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]A[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd I'll bet you it still rings like a bell[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nListen to the stories we could tell[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nSo if you're on the road trackin' down your every night\r\nPlayin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights\r\nAnd if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel\r\nYou do it for the stories you can tell\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\n  Ah, the stories we could tell[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd if it all blows up and goes to Hell[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nListen to the stories we could tell[/tab]\r\n\r\n------------------------------------------------------------------\r\nLife is Just a Tireswing\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\r\n\r\n[Chords]\r\n[ch]F#m[/ch]     xx3222 \r\n[ch]F#m7[/ch]    xx2222 \r\n[ch]Gdim[/ch]    xx2323 \r\n[ch]Bm[/ch]      xx0432 \r\n[ch]Cdim[/ch]    xx1212 \r\n[ch]Em7[/ch]     020000 \r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]     [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI remember the smell of the creosote plant[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]E[/ch]           [ch]F#m[/ch]    [ch]Gdim[/ch]   [ch]E7[/ch]      [ch]A[/ch]        [ch]Bm[/ch]        [ch]Cdim[/ch]  [ch]A[/ch]\r\nwhen we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\nThey lived in a big house  Antebellum style[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]      [ch]D[/ch]\r\nand the wind would blow across the old bayou[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nand I was a tranquil little child[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nLife was just a tire swing[/tab]\r\n[tab]                   [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]\r\n'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBlack-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]\r\nand I never knew a thing about pain[/tab]\r\n[tab]                [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nLife was just a tire swing[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nIn a few summers my folks packed me off to camp\r\nyeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp\r\nAnd in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself\r\nAnd I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way\r\nand I could get along without any help\r\n\r\n[Chorus 2]\r\nLife was just a tire swing\r\n'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing\r\nChasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows\r\nknowin' I could never hurt a thing\r\nand life was just a tire swing\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]F#m[/ch]              [ch]Em[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]F#m[/ch]                   [ch]E7[/ch]        [ch]A[/ch]\r\nMy only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Bm[/ch]                                   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]E7[/ch]\r\nand who would've figured twenty years later[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]E7[/ch]              [ch]F#m7[/ch]\r\nI'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars[/tab]\r\n[tab]                [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nLife was just a tire swing[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nThen the other morning on some Illinois road\r\nI fell asleep at the wheel\r\nBut was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole\r\nand a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?'\r\nBut through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree\r\nand I knew that I had survived\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nLife was just a tire swing\r\n'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing\r\nBlack-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken\r\nAnd I finally learned a lot about pain\r\n'Cause life is just a tire swing\r\nLife was just a tire swing\r\n\r\n------------------------------------------------------------------\r\nA Pirate Looks at 40\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nMother, mother ocean, I have heard you call[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                                           [ch]D[/ch]     [ch]Am7[/ch]  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall[/tab]\r\n[tab]                [ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]D[/ch]  [ch]Am7[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nYou've seen it all,    you've seen it all[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nWatched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam\r\nAnd in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen\r\nMost of them dreams, most of them dreams\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nYes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late\r\nThe cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder\r\nI'm an over forty victim of fate\r\nArriving too late, arriving too late\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nI've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass\r\nI made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast\r\nNever meant to last, never meant to last\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\nI have been drunk now for over two weeks,\r\nI passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,\r\nBut I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'\r\nI'm down to rock bottom again\r\nJust a few friends, just a few friends\r\n\r\n[Verse 6]\r\nI go for younger women, lived with several awhile\r\nAnd though I ran away, they'll come back one day\r\nAnd I still can manage a smile\r\nIt just takes a while, just takes a while\r\n\r\n[Verse 7]\r\nMother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found\r\nMy occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around\r\nI feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------\r\nMigration\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nLookin' back at my background[/tab]\r\n[tab]                 [ch]G7[/ch]\r\nTryin' to figure out how I ever got here[/tab]\r\n\r\nSome things are still a mystery to me\r\n[tab]      [ch]C[/ch]                  [ch]C7[/ch]\r\nWhile others are much too clear[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]F[/ch]\r\nI'm just  livin' in the sunshine[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]                     [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nStay contented most of the time[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]D7[/ch]\r\nYeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis[/tab]\r\n[tab]                            [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]G7[/ch]\r\nSing me their Texas rhymes[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nNow most of the people who retire in Florida\r\nAre wrinkled and they lean on a crutch\r\nAnd mobile homes are smotherin' my keys\r\nI hate those bastards so much\r\nI wish a summer squall would blow them\r\nAll the way up to fantasy land\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                [ch]D7[/ch]\r\n    Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here[/tab]\r\n[tab]              [ch]F[/ch]          [ch]G7[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThey looked a lot better as beer cans[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nYeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhy some people live like they do[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\r\nSo many nice things happenin' out there[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]D7[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThey never even seen the clues[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]\r\nOh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI know we been doin' our part[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nGot a Caribbean soul I can barely control[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd some Texas hidden here in my heart[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nWell, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine\r\nIf I hadn't learned how to sing\r\nAnd on top of all that I got married too early\r\n'Cost me much more than a ring\r\nBut now those crazy days are over\r\nJust gotta learn from the wrong things you've done\r\nI came off the rebound, started lookin' around\r\nFigured out it's time to have a little fun\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nYeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhy some people live like they do[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\r\nSo many nice things happenin' out there[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]D7[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThey never even seen the clues[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]\r\nOh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI know we been doin' our part[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nGot a Caribbean soul I can barely control[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd some Texas hidden here in my heart[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nWell, now if I ever live to be an old man\r\nI'm gonna sail down to Martinique\r\nI'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit\r\nAnd an African parakeet\r\nAnd then I'll sit him on my shoulder\r\nAnd open up my trusty old mind\r\nI gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss\r\nAnd pull the cork out of a bottle of wine\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nYeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhy some people live like they do[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\r\nSo many nice things happenin' out there[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]D7[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThey never even seen the clues[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]\r\nOh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI know we been doin' our part[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]F[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nGot a Caribbean soul I can barely control[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd some Texas hidden here in my heart[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[tab]            [ch]F[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]\r\nYeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G7[/ch]                      [ch]F[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]     [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]C7[/ch]\r\nAnd some Texas hidden here in my heart[/tab]\r\n\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------\r\nTrying to Reason with Hurricane Season\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\r\n\r\n[Chords]\r\n[ch]Bm[/ch]    xx0432    \r\n[ch]F#m[/ch]   xx4222   \r\n[ch]A7[/ch]    x02020   \r\n[ch]E7[/ch]    020100\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab] [ch]D[/ch]                               [ch]G[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSqualls out on the gulf stream,  big storms comin' soon[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]      [ch]E7[/ch]                          [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nI passed out in my hammock,  God, I slept 'till way past noon[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nStood up and tried to focus[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                    [ch]C[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch]   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI hoped I wouldn't have to look far[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI knew I could use a Bloody Mary[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]A7[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nso I stumbled next door to the bar[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]          [ch]Bm[/ch]                    [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nAnd now I must confess,   I could use some rest[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]A7[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI can't run at this pace very long[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Bm[/ch]                         [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nYes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBut it cleans me out   and then I can go on[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThere's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray\r\nStrolling down the avenue   that's known as A1A\r\nI was feeling tired, then I got inspired\r\nAnd I knew that it wouldn't last long\r\nSo all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach\r\nand then I made up this song\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]          [ch]Bm[/ch]                    [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nAnd now I must confess,   I could use some rest[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]A7[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI can't run at this pace very long[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Bm[/ch]                         [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nYes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBut it cleans me out   and then I can go on[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nWell, the wind is blowin' harder now,  fifty knots or there abouts\r\nThere's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts\r\nIt's time to close the shutters,  it's time to go inside\r\nIn a week I'll be in gay Paris\r\nWell that's a mighty long airplane ride\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]          [ch]Bm[/ch]                    [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nAnd now I must confess,   I could use some rest[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]A7[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI can't run at this pace very long[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Bm[/ch]                         [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nYes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBut it cleans me out   and then I can go on[/tab]\r\n(fade)\r\n\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------\r\nNautical Wheelers\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\r\n\r\n[Chords]\r\n[ch]B7[/ch]    x21202    \r\n[ch]D6[/ch]    xx0202\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\n[ch]A[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]  [ch]D6[/ch]   \r\n[ch]A[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]  [ch]A[/ch]  [ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                     [ch]D[/ch]                [ch]A[/ch]\r\nNautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]D[/ch]                      [ch]A[/ch]     [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nPlay fiddle tunes under the stars[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                   [ch]A[/ch]             [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nPetti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]B7[/ch]                    [ch]E[/ch]\r\nHustle on down to the bars[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                      [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]A7[/ch]\r\nWhere the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]E7[/ch]\r\nAn occasional bottle of wine[/tab]\r\n[tab]               [ch]D[/ch]                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThat's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]E[/ch]         [ch]E7[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]\r\nTo be living and dying in three quarter time[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]E[/ch]     [ch]E7[/ch]\r\ntake me to stars that you know[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]F#m[/ch]                          [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nCome on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]      [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI want so badly to go[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nWell, the left foot it'll follow\r\nWhere the right foot has travelled\r\nDown to the sidewalks unglued\r\nAnd into the street of my city so neat\r\nWhere nobody cares what you do\r\nAnd Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic\r\nAnd Mason has jumped in the sea\r\nAnd I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]E7[/ch]                     [ch]A[/ch]\r\nOh, Nautical Wheelers save me[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]E[/ch]     [ch]E7[/ch]\r\ntake me to stars that you know[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]F#m[/ch]                          [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nCome on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]      [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI want so badly to go[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nWell the sunrise will bring on\r\nThe sleep that's escaped us\r\nAnd everyone's off to their beds\r\nThere'll be huggin' and squeezin'\r\nA little pleazin' and teasin'\r\nAnd rubbin' of each other's heads\r\nSo won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,\r\nNothin', no reason, nor rhyme\r\nThat's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented\r\nTo be living and dying in three quarter time\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]              [ch]E[/ch]     [ch]E7[/ch]\r\ntake me to stars that you know[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]F#m[/ch]                          [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nCome on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]          [ch]E7[/ch]      [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI want so badly to go[/tab]\r\n(fade)\r\n\r\n---------------------------------------------------------------\r\nTin Cup Chalice\r\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\r\n\r\n[Chords]\r\n[ch]Em[/ch]   022000   \r\n[ch]D7[/ch]   xx0212   \r\n[ch]A7[/ch]   x02020   \r\n[ch]B7[/ch]   x21202\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\n[ch]G[/ch]  [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch]  [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]            [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nI want to go back  to the island,[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]\r\nwhere the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]\r\nGive me oysters and beer[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A7[/ch]                                          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nfor dinner every day of the year  and I'll feel fine[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]D7[/ch]\r\nI'll feel fine[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\n'Cause I    want to be there[/tab]\r\n[tab]                           |    [ch]D[/ch]          |\r\n         C                 |1. lie beside  |      Em[/tab]\r\nI want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there\r\n                           |3. die beside  |\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                              [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]B7[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWith a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A7[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nand I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water\r\nSailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze\r\nSalt air it ain't thin, I can stick right to you skin\r\nAnd make you feel fine\r\nIt makes you feel fine\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\n'Cause I    want to be there[/tab]\r\n[tab]                           |    [ch]D[/ch]          |\r\n         C                 |1. lie beside  |      Em[/tab]\r\nI want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there\r\n                           |3. die beside  |\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                              [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]B7[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWith a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A7[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nand I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYes, and now you heard my strange proposal\r\nGet that pack gear up and let's move\r\nI want to be there 'fore the day, tries to steal away\r\nAnd leave us behind\r\nI've made up my mind\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]\r\n'Cause I    want to be there[/tab]\r\n[tab]                           |    [ch]D[/ch]          |\r\n         C                 |1. lie beside  |      Em[/tab]\r\nI want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there\r\n                           |3. die beside  |\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                              [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]B7[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWith a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]A7[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]\r\nand I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine[/tab]\r\n(fade)","plain_text":"Full Album: A1A\n\nMakin' Music For Money\nBy:  Alex Harvey, 1974\n\n[Intro]\nE (See below for tab)\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nMy agent he just called me\nAnd told me what I should be\nIf I would make my music for money\nInstead of makin' music for me\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\nHe said, \"The people only buy the love songs\nRock n' Roll and not too long\"\nHe said, \"Son you got to be commercial\nIf you want to turn the people on\"\n\n[Verse 4]\nAnd I said, \"Turnin' on the people\nNow that's a beautiful place to be\nBut if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme\nWell, who's gonna turn on me?\"\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n(Use bar/power chords)\n[Bridge]\nD E  D E  D E D B A   |A E G\nD E  D E  D E D B A   |A E G\n\n[Verse 5]\nWell now I went up to Country\nAnd I'll tell you all about the scene\nI found a place with much charm and much grace\nThat wasn't touched by the music machine\n\n[Verse 6]\nWhoa, the people were havin' a good time\nMakin' music all day long\nAnd nobody cared if they ever got paid\nOne penny for playin' a song\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Outro]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\nDoor Number Three\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman, 1974\n\n[Intro]\nC G D G\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\nOh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walkin' down your hall\nGot beat, lost my seat, but I'm not a man to crawl\nThough I didn't get rich, you son of a bitch\nI'll be back just wait and see\n\n'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three\nYes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------\nDallas\nBy: Roger Bartlett, 1974\n\nNote:\nThis song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but\nI've arranged it here for a standard guitar.\n\n[Chords]\nAsus2      x02230       \nF#m        244222\n\n[Intro]\nA Asus2\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nPeople do you wrong down in Dallas\nI know well they've done it to me\nStealin' all your bread, they're so callous\nI know well just look and see\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n[Bridge]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Verse 2]\nYeah, now come on down and lose your mental balance\nLook at me half crazy now\nOh, talkin' to chairs is strange and I know it\nLook at me I'm doin' it know\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n[Outro]\n\n\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------\nPresents To Send You\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\n\n[Intro]\nG\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere sits a fifth of Tequila\nGod I swore I'd never drink it again\nBut my last little bout I had my hair pulled out\nBy a man who really wasn't my friend\nAnd I know I'll never see him again\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Instrumental]\n\n[Outro]\n\n\n\n\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------\nStories We Could Tell\nBy: John B. Sebastian, 1974\n\n[Intro]\nD Dsus2\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\nIs there somethin' else a' doin'\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\nSo if you're on the road trackin' down your every night\nPlayin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights\nAnd if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel\nYou do it for the stories you can tell\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------\nLife is Just a Tireswing\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\n\n[Chords]\nF#m     xx3222 \nF#m7    xx2222 \nGdim    xx2323 \nBm      xx0432 \nCdim    xx1212 \nEm7     020000 \n\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nIn a few summers my folks packed me off to camp\nyeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp\nAnd in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself\nAnd I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way\nand I could get along without any help\n\n[Chorus 2]\nLife was just a tire swing\n'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing\nChasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows\nknowin' I could never hurt a thing\nand life was just a tire swing\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\nThen the other morning on some Illinois road\nI fell asleep at the wheel\nBut was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole\nand a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?'\nBut through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree\nand I knew that I had survived\n\n[Outro]\nLife was just a tire swing\n'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing\nBlack-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken\nAnd I finally learned a lot about pain\n'Cause life is just a tire swing\nLife was just a tire swing\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------\nA Pirate Looks at 40\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nWatched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam\nAnd in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen\nMost of them dreams, most of them dreams\n\n[Verse 3]\nYes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late\nThe cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder\nI'm an over forty victim of fate\nArriving too late, arriving too late\n\n[Verse 4]\nI've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass\nI made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast\nNever meant to last, never meant to last\n\n[Verse 5]\nI have been drunk now for over two weeks,\nI passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,\nBut I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'\nI'm down to rock bottom again\nJust a few friends, just a few friends\n\n[Verse 6]\nI go for younger women, lived with several awhile\nAnd though I ran away, they'll come back one day\nAnd I still can manage a smile\nIt just takes a while, just takes a while\n\n[Verse 7]\nMother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found\nMy occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around\nI feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown\n\n--------------------------------------------------------\nMigration\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\nSome things are still a mystery to me\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nNow most of the people who retire in Florida\nAre wrinkled and they lean on a crutch\nAnd mobile homes are smotherin' my keys\nI hate those bastards so much\nI wish a summer squall would blow them\nAll the way up to fantasy land\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine\nIf I hadn't learned how to sing\nAnd on top of all that I got married too early\n'Cost me much more than a ring\nBut now those crazy days are over\nJust gotta learn from the wrong things you've done\nI came off the rebound, started lookin' around\nFigured out it's time to have a little fun\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\nWell, now if I ever live to be an old man\nI'm gonna sail down to Martinique\nI'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit\nAnd an African parakeet\nAnd then I'll sit him on my shoulder\nAnd open up my trusty old mind\nI gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss\nAnd pull the cork out of a bottle of wine\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Outro]\n\n\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------\nTrying to Reason with Hurricane Season\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\n\n[Chords]\nBm    xx0432    \nF#m   xx4222   \nA7    x02020   \nE7    020100\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nThere's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray\nStrolling down the avenue   that's known as A1A\nI was feeling tired, then I got inspired\nAnd I knew that it wouldn't last long\nSo all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach\nand then I made up this song\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell, the wind is blowin' harder now,  fifty knots or there abouts\nThere's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts\nIt's time to close the shutters,  it's time to go inside\nIn a week I'll be in gay Paris\nWell that's a mighty long airplane ride\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n(fade)\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------\nNautical Wheelers\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\n\n[Chords]\nB7    x21202    \nD6    xx0202\n\n[Intro]\nA  D  D6   \nA  D  A  D\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nWell, the left foot it'll follow\nWhere the right foot has travelled\nDown to the sidewalks unglued\nAnd into the street of my city so neat\nWhere nobody cares what you do\nAnd Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic\nAnd Mason has jumped in the sea\nAnd I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\nWell the sunrise will bring on\nThe sleep that's escaped us\nAnd everyone's off to their beds\nThere'll be huggin' and squeezin'\nA little pleazin' and teasin'\nAnd rubbin' of each other's heads\nSo won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,\nNothin', no reason, nor rhyme\nThat's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented\nTo be living and dying in three quarter time\n\n[Outro]\n\n\n\n\n(fade)\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------\nTin Cup Chalice\nBy: Jimmy Buffett, 1974\n\n[Chords]\nEm   022000   \nD7   xx0212   \nA7   x02020   \nB7   x21202\n\n[Intro]\nG  C G   G  C G\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\nI want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there\n                           |3. die beside  |\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nYeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water\nSailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze\nSalt air it ain't thin, I can stick right to you skin\nAnd make you feel fine\nIt makes you feel fine\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\nI want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there\n                           |3. die beside  |\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nYes, and now you heard my strange proposal\nGet that pack gear up and let's move\nI want to be there 'fore the day, tries to steal away\nAnd leave us behind\nI've made up my mind\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\nI want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there\n                           |3. die beside  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