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1. _ Dallas
By: roger bartlett
1974
If you ever get the chance to go to dallas
Take it from me pass it by
'cause you'll only sing the blues down in dallas
Take it from me don't go and cry
Chorus:
And i'm leavin' this town as soon as i can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
People do you wrong down in dallas
I know well they've done it to me
Stealin' all your bread, they're so callous
I know well just look and see
Chorus:
Oh, and i'm leavin' this town as soon as i can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
And people like me just can't be free
The promo man won't let us be-ee
If the people who knew could get away
I'm real sure they'd leave today
(instrumental)
Yeah, now come on down and lose your mental balance
Look at me half crazy now
Oh, talkin' to chairs is strange and i know it
Look at me i'm doin' it know
Chorus:
Yeah, and i'm leavin' this town as soon as i can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
Yeah, leavin' this town as soon as i can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
Whoa, leavin' this town as soon as i can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
(houston...)
(houston...)
(houston...)
(houston...)
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2. _ Life Is Just A Tire Swing
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When we'd have to eat on easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum)
And the winds would blow across the old bayou
And i was a tranquil little child
Chorus:
Life was just a tire swing
'jambalaya' was the only song i could sing
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
And i never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
Yeah me and my cousin' baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days baxter went home and he left me by myself
But i knew that i'd stay, it was better that way
And i could get along without any help
Chorus:
Life was just a tire swing
'jambalaya' was the only song i could sing
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
Knowin' i could never hurt a thing
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
And i never been west of new orleans or east of pensacola
My only contact with the outside world was an rca victrola
And elvis would sing and then i'd dream about expensive cars
And who would've figured twenty years later
I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars
Life was just a tire swing
Then the other mornin' on some illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel
But was quickly wakened up by a 'ma bell' telephone pole
And a bunch of grant wood faces screamin' "is he still alive?"
Through the window i could see it hangin' from a tree
And i knew that i had survived
And life is still a tire swing
'jambalaya' is the best song i can sing
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
But i finally learned a lot about pain
Life is just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
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3. _ Nautical Wheelers
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Nautical wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
Petticoats rustle, workin' shoes scuffle
Shuffle on down to the bar
Where the jukebox is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'
An occasional bottle of wine
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
To be livin' and dyin' in three-quarter time
Chorus:
And it's dance with me, dance with me, nautical wheelers
Take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me, dance with me, nautical wheelers
I want so badly to go
Well, the left foot'll follow
Where the right foot has travelled
Down to the sidewalks unglued
Into the streets of my city so neat
Where nobody cares what you do
Sonia's just grinnin' and phil is ecstatic
Mason has jumped in the sea
And i'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat
All nautical wheelers save me
Chorus:
And it's dance with me, dance with me, nautical wheelers
Take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me, dance with me, nautical wheelers
I want so badly to go
Well the sunrise'll bring on
Sleep that's escaped us
Everyone's off to their bed
There'll be huggin', squeezin'
Little pleazin' and teasin'
And rubbin' of each other's heads
So won't you dream on compadres, seems nothing escapes you
Nothin', no reason, no rhyme
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
To be livin' and dyin' in three-quarter time
Chorus:
And it's dance with me, dance with me, nautical wheelers
Take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me, dance with me, nautical wheelers
I want so badly to go
Coda:
I want so badly to go
Yes, i want so badly to go
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4. _ Tin Cup Chalice
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I wanna back to the island
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'
Gimme oysters and beer
For dinner every day of the year and i'll feel fine
I'll feel fine
Chorus:
I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And i'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Yeah now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water
Sailboats they go searchin' for the breeze
Salt air it ain't thin
It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine
Makes you feel fine
Chorus:
I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and a' get high by the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And i'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Yes and now you heard my strange proposal
So get that packard up and let's move
I wanna be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind
I've made up my mind
Chorus:
And i wanna be there
I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And i'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Coda:
Yeah with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
And i'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
Again... to miss jane
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5. _ Migration
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Whoa, lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure out how i ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
I'm just livin' in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin' to murphy, walker, and willis
Sing me their texas rhymes
Most of the people who retire in florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
The way up to fantasy land
Yeah they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans
Chorus:
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now i might have joined the merchant marine
If i hadn't learned how to sing
And on top of all that i got married too early
'cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a little fun
Chorus:
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Well now if i ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail down to martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit
And an african parakeet
And then i'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
Chorus:
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart
Coda:
Yeah, got a caribbean soul i can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)
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6. _ Presents To Send You
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Well now i'm in love with a fast-movin' angel
Dresses like the city girls do
When we're apart there's no ache in my heart
When we're together we're a hell of a crew
Chorus:
And i got presents to send you
Even got money to lend you
But honey i can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
There sits a fifth of tequila
God i swore i'd never drink it again
But my last little bout i had my hair pulled out
By a man who really wasn't my friend
And i know i'll never see him again
Chorus:
Yeah but i got presents to send you
I've even got money to lend you
But honey i can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
Yeah, i thought i might sail down to bridgetown
Spend some time in the barbados sun
But my plans took a skid when i smoked a whole lid
Wound up where i'd begun
Chorus:
Yes and i got presents to send you
I've even got money to lend you
But honey i can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
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Chorus:
Yes and i got presents to send you
I've even got money to lend you
But honey i can never ever pretend
You're not there on my mind
Coda:
You're not there on my mind.....
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7. _ Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storm's comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
And god i slept 'til way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped i wouldn't have to look far
I knew i could use a bloody mary
So i stumbled next door to the bar
Chorus:
And now i must confess, i could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, i think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then i can go on
There's somethin' about this sunday
It's a most peculiar gray
Strollin' down the avenue that's known as a1a
Feelin' tired, then i got inspired
I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone i walked back home
Sat on my beach and then i made up this song
Chorus:
And now i must confess, i could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, i think it hurts my brain
But then it cleans me out and then i can go on
Well the wind is blowin' harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
There's white caps on the ocean
And i'm watchin' for waterspouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside
In a week i'll be in gay paris
That's a mighty long airplane ride
Chorus:
And now i must confess, i could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, i think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then i can go on
Coda:
Yes it cleans me out and then i can go on
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8. _ Makin' Music For Money
By: alex harvey
1974
When i woke up this mornin'
I was tired as i could be
I think i was countin' my money
When i should a' been countin' sheep
My agent he just called me
And told me what i should be
If i would make my music for money
Instead of makin' music for me
Chorus:
I said, "i know that this may sound funny
But money don't mean nothin' to me
I won't make my music for money
No, i'm gonna make my music for me"
He said, "the people only buy the love songs
Rock n' roll and not too long"
He said, "son you got to be commercial
If you want to turn the people on"
And i said, "turnin' on the people
Now that's a beautiful place to be
But if i spend my time makin' them up a rhyme
Well, who's gonna turn on me?"
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Well now i went up to country
And i'll tell you all about the scene
I found a place with much charm and much grace
That wasn't touched by the music machine
Whoa, the people were havin' a good time
Makin' music all day long
And nobody cared if they ever got paid
One penny for playin' a song
Repeat chorus:
Repeat chorus:
Whoa, i know...
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9. _ Door Number Three
By: jimmy buffett, steve goodman
1974
Oh i took a wrong turn, it was the right turn
My turn to have me a ball
Boys at the shop told me just where to stop
If i wanted to play for it all
I didn't know i'd find her on daytime tv
My whole world lies waiting behind door number three
I chose my apparel, i wore a beer barrel
And they rolled me to the very first row
I held a big sign that said, "kiss me i'm a baker
And monty i sure need the dough"
Then i grabbed that sucker by the throat until he called on me
'cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
And i don't want what jay's got on his table
Or the box carol merrill points to on the floor
No i'll hold out just as long as i am able
Or until i can unlock that lucky door
Well, she's no big deal to most folk
But she's everything to me
'cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Oh monty, monty, monty, i am walkin' down your hall
Got beat, lost my seat, but i'm not a man to crawl
Though i didn't get rich, you son of a bitch
I'll be back just wait and see
'cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
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10. _ Stories We Could Tell
By: john b. sebastian
1974
Talkin' to myself again
Wonderin' if this travellin' is good
Is there somethin' else a' doin'
We'd be doin' if we could
Chorus:
But ah, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories we could tell
Stared at that guitar in that museum in tennessee
Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell
Singin' all the stories he could tell
Chorus:
Ah, the stories he could tell
And i'll bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
And listen to the stories it could tell
So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night
Playin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell
Ah, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Just listen to the stories we could tell
Coda:
Yes, i wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories it could tell
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11. _ A Pirate Looks At Forty
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Mother, mother ocean, i have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since i was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes i am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
I've done a bit of smugglin', i've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy miami, but i pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
And i have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and i rallied and i sprung a few leaks
But i got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
(instrumental)
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though i ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
Still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years i've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like i've drowned, gonna head uptown
Coda:
I feel like i've drowned, gonna head uptown
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