A White Sport Coat & A Pink Crustacean

By: jimmy buffett
1973
The days drift by
They don't have names
None of the streets here look the same
And there're so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces

Chorus:
And i have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything i own
'cause i have found me a home

My ol' red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
There aren't many reasons i would leave
'cause i have found me some peace

And the ladies aren't demandin' here
They'll never ask too much
When you're comin' off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch

Chorus:
Yes i have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything i own
'cause i have found me a home

And the days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
There aren't many reasons i would leave
'cause i have found me some peace

Yes i have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything i own
'cause i have found me a home
Yes i have found me a home

By: jimmy buffett
1973
Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
Chew a little juicy fruit
Wash away the night

Drive in
You guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin
It's good for the soul

Bridge:
And oh it gets so damn lonely
When you're on a plane alone
And if i had the money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'

Ten speed
No need
My pickup gets me where i please
Chuggin' down the street

But i'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and i'll
I'll be back real soon

Spoken:
"ah, take it reefers"
"ladies choice, everybody dance"
"here we go"

Bridge:
Yes and if i had that money, honey
I'd strap you in beside me (in your strapless)
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone and cryin'

Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
You chew a little juicy fruit
Wash away the night
Yeah you chew a little juicy fruit
It's good for ya soul

By: jimmy buffett
1973
He went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes
The french wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to england, played the piano
And married an actress named kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin'
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left england without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'
But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say
"jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But i had a good life all the way"

Coda:
And he went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so

By: jimmy buffett, jerry jeff walker
1973
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin' her days on the trains
She's a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

South station in boston to the freightyards of austin
From the florida sunshine to the new orleans rain
Now that the railpacks
Has taken the best tracks
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin' her life on a train
Once a pullman car traveller
Now the brakeman won't have 'er
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Once a high ballin' loner he thought he could own 'er
Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
She hocked 'em for cold cash
Left town on the wabash
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty
The dinin' car's dusty
Gold plated watches have taken their toll
Yeah the railroads are dyin'
And the lady she's cryin'
On a bus to kentucky and home that's her goal

She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin' her life on a train
She's a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Coda:
Yes on a bus to kentucky and home once again

By: jimmy buffett
1973
When i pay my bills
Gonna leave these tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
That's where we both come from
That's where we both belong
Think i'll go back to the keys

Chorus:
'cause i don't want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All i want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all i can 'cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives

Chorus:
And i don't want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All i want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And there's plenty of that down there by the sea
Well we're sailin' in those warm december breezes
Sendin' picture postcards back to tennessee

Chorus:
Yes and i don't want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All i want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings
Yeah that livin' with my lovely lady brings

By: jimmy buffett, tom corcoran
1973
Well now billy voltaire was a piano player up from miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
Ladies would pay and pay
One night he did wind up playin' in havana town
Nobody knew, least billy voltaire that these were his final sounds

He met up with meritta, a dancer in from the coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
One night he did find her in the arms of shrimper dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand

Chorus:
And it's just a cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a cuban crime of passion
Anjejo and knives a slashin'
Yeah but that's what the people like to read about
Up in america, up in america

Well now they never found meritta, some people say she got ill
Billy voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go

Chorus:
And it's just a cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a cuban crime of passion
Anjejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in america, up in america