Текст, перевод и аккорды “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 Im 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 theyre ugly and square, they dont belong here They looked a lot better as beer cans Chorus: Yeah, and thats why its 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 were 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 hadnt 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 its time to have a little fun Chorus: Yeah, and thats why its 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 were 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 Im gonna sail down to martinique Im gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit And an african parakeet And then Ill 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 thats why its 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 were 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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