Intro: E (See below for tab) E When I woke up this mornin' A E I was tired as I could be B I think I was countin' my money A E 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: A E I said, "I know that this may sound funny A E But money don't mean nothin' to me A E I won't make my music for money B E 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?"
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
@SONG: Door Number Three @CHORDS: Sean Costello Door Number Three By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman 1974
Intro: C G D G
G Oh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn C G My turn to have me a ball G Boys at the shop told me just where to stop A7 D If I wanted to play for it all C G C I didn't know I'd find her on daytime TV C G D G My whole world lies waiting behind door number three
G I chose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel C G And they rolled me to the very first row G I held a big sign that said, "Kiss me I'm a baker D G And Monty I sure need the dough" C G C Then I grabbed that sucker by the throat until he called on me C G D G 'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
C G And I don't want what Jay's got on his table C G Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor C G No I'll hold out just as long as I am able D G Or until I can unlock that lucky door C G Well, she's no big deal to most folks D G But she's everything to me C G D G '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
@SONG: Dallas @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Dallas By: Roger Bartlett 1974
*This song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but *I've arranged it here for a standard guitar.
Intro: A Asus2 A F#m If you ever get the chance to go to Dallas D A Take it from me pass it by F#m 'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas D A Take it from me don't go and cry
Chorus: E And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can G A 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
(Repeat chorus)
Bridge: D G Well, people like me just can't be free D G D A The Provo man won't let us be-ee D G If the people who knew could get away D G D E I'm real sure they'd heed the day
(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
@SONG: Presents to Send You @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Presents To Send You By: Jimmy Buffett 1974
Intro: G G Well now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel C D G Dresses like the city girls do C D G Em When we're apart there's no ache in my heart C D G When we're together we're a hell of a crew
Chorus: C D G And I got presents to send you C D Em Even got money to lend you C D G But honey I can never ever pretend D 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
(Repeat chorus)
F C G Yeah, I thought I might sail down to Bridgetown F C G Spend some time in the Barbados sun F C But my plans took a skid when I smoked a whole lid A7 D Wound up where I'd begun
@SONG: Stories We Could Tell @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Stories We Could Tell By: John B. Sebastian 1974
Intro: D Dsus2 D Talkin' to myself again A Wonderin' if this travellin' is good
Is there somethin' else a' doin' D We'd be doin' if we could
Chorus: G A D But ah, the stories we could tell G A D And if it all blows up and goes to Hell G A D G I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel D A D Listen to the stories we could tell
D Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee A Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies D G Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell D A D 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
Chorus: Ah, the stories we could tell And if it all blows up and goes to Hell I wish that we could sit apon a bed in some motel And listen to the stories it could tell ------------------------------------------------------------------
@SONG: Life is Just a Tire Swing Life is Just a Tireswing By: Jimmy Buffett 1974
G A D I remember the smell of the creosote plant E F#m Gdim E7 A Bm Cdim A when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt G A D They lived in a big house Antebellum style G D G D and the wind would blow across the old bayou A D and I was a tranquil little child
Chorus: D Bm Life was just a tire swing G D 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing G D Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken G D A and I never knew a thing about pain Bm 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 And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way and I could get along without any help
(2nd 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 and life was just a tire swing
Bm G F#m Em D And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola G F#m E7 A My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola Bm A And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars E7 and who would've figured twenty years later A E7 F#m7 I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars Bm Life was just a tire swing
Then the other morning 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 screaming 'Is he still alive?' But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree and I knew that I had survived
Last Chorus: Life was just a tire swing 'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken And I finally learned a lot about pain 'Cause life is just a tire swing Life was just a tire swing
@SONG: A Pirate Looks at Forty A Pirate Looks at 40 By: Jimmy Buffett 1974
G Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call C D Am7 G Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall Am D Am7 G You've seen it all, you've seen it all
2) Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen Most of them dreams, most of them dreams
3) 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
4) 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
5) I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks, But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin' I'm down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends
6) I go for younger women, lived with several awhile And though I ran away, they'll come back one day And I still can manage a smile It just takes a while, just takes a while
7) Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
C Lookin' back at my background G7 Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here
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 D7 Yeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis G G7 Sing me their Texas rhymes
Now 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
Am D7 Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here F G7 C They looked 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 So many nice things happenin' out there D7 G They never even seen the clues F Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme C Am I know we been doin' our part F C Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control G7 Am C 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've done I came off the rebound, started lookin' around Figured out it's time to have a little fun
(repeat chorus)
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
(repeat chorus, then) F C Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control G7 F G C C7 And some Texas hidden here in my heart
@SONG: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season By: Jimmy Buffett 1974
D G D Squalls out on the gulf stream, big storms comin' soon G D E7 A7 I passed out in my hammock, God, I slept 'till way past noon G D Stood up and tried to focus C G A I hoped I wouldn't have to look far G D I knew I could use a Bloody Mary A7 D so I stumbled next door to the bar
Chorus: D Bm F#m And now I must confess, I could use some rest G A7 D I can't run at this pace very long Bm F#m Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain G A7 D But it cleans me out and then I can go on
There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A I was feeling tired, then I got inspired And 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
(repeat chorus)
Well, the wind is blowin' harder now, fifty knots or there abouts 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 Well that's a mighty long airplane ride
@SONG: Nautical Wheelers Nautical Wheelers By: Jimmy Buffett 1974
Intro: A D D6 (see bottom for chord diagrams) A D A D
A D A Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors D A A7 Play fiddle tunes under the stars D A F#m Petti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle, B7 E Hustle on down to the bars D A A7 Where the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin' D A E E7 An occasional bottle of wine D A That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented E E7 D A To be living and dying in three quarter time
Chorus: A E7 D A And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers, D A E E7 take me to stars that you know F#m D A Come on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers, E E7 A I want so badly to go
Well, the left foot it'll follow Where the right foot has travelled Down to the sidewalks unglued And into the street of my city so neat Where nobody cares what you do And Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic And Mason has jumped in the sea And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat
E7 A Oh, Nautical Wheelers save me (repeat Chorus)
Well the sunrise will bring on The sleep that's escaped us And everyone's off to their beds There'll be huggin' and squeezin' A little pleazin' and teasin' And rubbin' of each other's heads So won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you, Nothin', no reason, nor rhyme That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented To be living and dying in three quarter time (repeat chorus and fade)
@SONG: Tin Cup Chalice Tin Cup Chalice By: Jimmy Buffett 1974
Intro: G C G G C G
G C G I want to go back to the island, C D G where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin' Em Give me oysters and beer A7 D for dinner every day of the year and I'll feel fine D7 I'll feel fine
Chorus: C D G 'Cause I want to be there | D | C |1. lie beside | Em I want to go back down and |2. get high by | the sea there |3. die beside | C G B7 Em With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine A7 D G C G and I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine
Yeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze Salt air it ain't thin, I can stick right to you skin And make you feel fine It makes you feel fine
(repeat chorus)
Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal Get that pack gear up and let's move I want to be there 'fore the day, tries to steal away And leave us behind I've made up my mind
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