Migration

Migration
Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett - 1974

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
C
Lookin' back at my background
                 G
Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here
G7
Some things are still a mystery to me
      C                      C7
While others are much too clear
        F
I'm just livin' in the sunshine
        C                    Am
Stay contented most of the time
      D
Yeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willie
                        G    Gadd11   G
Sing me their Texas rhymes

[Verse 2]
    C
Now most of the people who retire in Florida
    G
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
    G7
And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys
  C                      C7
I hate those bastards so much
        F
I wish a summer squall would blow them
        C                    Am
All the way up to fantasy land
              D7
Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
            F        G7        C    | C
They look a lot better as beer cans

[Chorus]
             Am
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
    G
Why some people live like they do
     Am
With so many nice things happenin' out there
        D7                  G
They've never even seen the clues
        F
Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
     C                      Am
I know we've been doin' our part
      F                    C
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      Am    | Am  | C   | C
And some Texas hidden here in my heart

[Verse 3]
          C
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
     G
If I hadn't learned how to sing
       G7
And on top of all that I got married too early
 C                        C7
'Cost me much more than a ring
             F
But now those crazy days are over
                   C                                  Am
You've just got to learn from the wrong things you've done
       D7
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
        F                G             C    | C
Figured out it's time to have a little fun

[Chorus]
             Am
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
    G
Why some people live like they do
     Am
With so many nice things happenin' out there
        D7                  G
They've never even seen the clues
        F
Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
     C                      Am
I know we've been doin' our part
      F                    C
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      Am    | Am  | C   | C
And some Texas hidden here in my heart

[Verse 4]
          C
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
          G
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
          G7
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
       C           C7
And an African parakeet
             F
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
         C                Am
And open up my trusty old mind
          D7
I'm gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
             F             G         C    | C
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

[Chorus]
             Am
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
    G
Why some people live like they do
     Am
With so many nice things happenin' out there
        D7                  G
They've never even seen the clues
        F
Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
     C                      Am
I know we've been doin' our part
      F                    C
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      Am    | Am
And some Texas hidden here in my heart    Yeah
      F                    C
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      F      G
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
C              C        C7
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