Son Of A Son Of A Sailor

Fool button
By: jimmy buffett
1978
I woke up in a strange room
I'd never seen before
Weird paintin's on the walls
Mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door

Lookin' for my rentacar
Was the cordoba blue or red
Tryin' to remember where i put the keys
Tryin' to remember what i said

Chorus:
I pushed the fool button
My night went haywire
I pushed the fool button
Set my brain on fire

Now i was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin' on the stand
Not knowin' what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk
As he went into a blues rampage

Chorus:
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played

Push it, push it, push it

Try to make a point of protectin' the innocent
But none of them can be found
It can happen anytime
Happen anyplace
It can happen in your own home town

If you don't believe my words
Or think my story's true
Get a bottle of rum and a eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you

Chorus:
We'll push the fool button
I'll meet you in the bar
We'll push the fool button
Where everyone's a star

(jimmy pushed the fool button)
(he pushed it like a fool, bubba)
(pushin' like a fool)
(pushed the button like a fool)

(pushed the fool button)
(pushed it like a fool)
(pushed the button like a fool)

The last line
By: keith sykes
1977
Given my life for songs that i sing
Matter of fact, i've given everything
Time has come to not make a sound
Time has come to lay my burdens down
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)

Managed to keep some friends on my side
To live through the times of the rumors and lies
Now it's time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)

( saxophone solo)

Whoa oh oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now it's the time
For the last line (last line)

So don't pay me no mind, i'm walkin' away
You'll see me again on some other day
You'll see me again, i'll be ready to go
And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul

Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Yes it's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Ah the last line (last line)

- notes:
Background vocals: deborah mccoll, penny nichols
Tenor sax solo: harvey thompson

African friend
By: jimmy buffett
1978
Disembarking at duvalier airport
Seeking transportation to town
As the purple ink dried on his passport
He could still feel the eyes look around

"messieur ou y est casino?" [ do you know where the casino is sir? ]
Spoke to the cabbie and smiled
Driver replied "vieux ou noveaux." [ old or new? ]
As he motioned the dark man inside

Business in aruba concluded
He now had a little money to spend
That's how i came to meet my african friend

We were rolling the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hopin' to see the night through

But not approving at all of our winnings
Pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
When he motioned it's time we should leave

With our night at the tables behind us
We were ready just to do it again
That's when i came to know my african friend

But i woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
Soldier told me i'd better leave
As i stumbled to find me a taxi
I saw a note pinned to my sleeve

"it was a pleasure and a hell of an evenin'
Truly was our night to win.
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care my american friend."

With my weekend at haiti concluded
I now had a little money to spend
That's when i came to meet my african friend
That's how i came to know another good friend

This album is dedicated to juan cadiz, save the whales, save the earth,
Support greenpeace.

Son of a son of a sailor
By: jimmy buffett
1978
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And i learned much from both of their styles

Chorus:
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greats you at the border

And the lady she hails from trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends i can't fathom my friends
If i knew i might toss out my anchor
So i cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad i don't live in a trailer

- notes:
Background vocals: steve goodman

Cowboy in the jungle
By: jimmy buffett
1978
There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
And his skin as white as paste

Headin' south to paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in porto bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell

With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll

Chorus:
Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Make the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may

Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While american women in moomoos
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt
But it's the only show in town.

Chorus:
They're tryin' to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may.

I don't want to live on that kind of island
No i don't want to swim in a roped off sea
Too much for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.

Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the southern cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not that long a stay.

Chorus:
We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may
And there's a cowboy in the jungle