High Cumberland Jubilee

By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around
Now she's gone, she can't be found

And i'm down where i've been before
Sat and watched as she bolts out the door
Can't explain why the woman's sore
It's gonna rain some more

Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was england
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now i wonder if's she's there

'cause she took every cent of mine
Paid it all to the pan am line
Though she's gone, i hope she's fine
Fly love of mine

Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was england
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now i wonder if's she's there

So tally-ho
Jolly good show
My woman's gone to england

By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard

Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again

La la la la la la la la laaaa
La la la la la la la la laaaa

It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
Yeah

I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to climb up in the tree
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to see what i can see
You know...

It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee

By: jimmy buffett
1971
In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her crying out, "what is it all about?
I just don't know, but i can't go back home."

Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is going well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too real to understand

Chorus:
Too many trite expressions
Ending in forced rejections long ago
Too many innocent faces
Too many far out places something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long, and it's a shame

On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time
And knowing well this could be her final fall

Past the boutique
Down the alley to the river, people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry

Chorus:
Too many small suggestions
Endin' in angry questions from her dad
Too many t.v. dinners
And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost
No one knows the trials she had

In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
I heard her crying out, "what is it all about?
I just don't know, but i can't go back home."

Lord, i just don't know, but i can't go back home.

By: jimmy buffett
1971
It's the ways of her father
If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet
And the desert is calling to me
Run before the final trap is set
All roads lead to the city
Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same
Lady lays out the pattern
With the parts of her body that seem tame
Death valley lives and tracy isn't sure what really gives

Act like a child and i'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell
Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
Saying i think i love you
Maybe i care
It's not fair
Death valley lives and tracy isn't sure what really gives

And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot
And the desert air just cannot bring you down
Still the bed's warm but a cold arm
Keeps me floating inches off the ground
Death valley lives and tracy isn't sure what really gives

Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye
And all along tell yourself i am wrong if i try
Crying sorry it's over
I'm not to blame
What a game
Death valley lives now i'm not even sure what really gives

Ho, ha

By: jimmy buffett
1971
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And livingston's gone to texas
They say he had a ball

They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But i wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried

Now holly won't you let me
Try and make you smile
Now you loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile

Wrote he had to see the the country
On starry nights he wished that you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares

It's crazy and it's different
But it's really being free
And reasons the world would want to question
Make sense to you and me

Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
Livingston's still in texas
The snow's about to fall

By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1971
The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard

The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a st. bernard

We're peaceful and abiding cats some call gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus

Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little koochie was sangin'
Mama i'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we god's children
And lord it's a good place for hangin' out

The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon koochie in our yard
She smiled sir i meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our st. bernard
It didn't have a tag y'all

Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little koochie was sangin'
Mama i'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we god's children
And lord it's a good place for hangin' out

Now you hang with me and i'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'til we both turn blue mama i'm guilty of a hangin' out

Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little koochie kept sangin'
Mama i'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we god's children
And lord it's a good place for hangin' out

All we was doin' was a hangin' and little koochie kept sangin'
Mama i'm guilty of a hangin' out

-- spoken (dialogue)
"yeah, they moved up there about a month ago. fixed up that little cabin on the ridge. they really them long hairs? well, homer seen 'em. homer seen how long it was. still reckon i seen it.
A bunch of weirdos. one of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin. why lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter. well. homer, turn that radio down."