A1a album — Jimmy Buffett: текст песни

#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # From: [email protected] (Mike Hall)

This is something a few of us are in the process of completing for the Jimmy Buffett newsgroup. Once completed, we'll put his entire compilation Of chord arrangements onto an anonymous FTP site and WWW page. Whoever's interested or likes what they see, please email me for more Information.

Great Chords Compilation (GCC) of the "alt.fan.jimmy-buffett" Usenet Newsgroup. Comments and questions to Mike A. Hall <[email protected]>.

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@ALBUM: A1A @SONG: Makin' Music For Money @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) Makin' Music For Money By: Alex Harvey

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?"

Bridge: (Use bar/power chords) D-E D-E D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G D-E D-E D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G

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

Chorus

Intro tab:

@SONG: Door Number Three @CHORDS: Sean Costello <[email protected]> Door Number Three By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman

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 folks 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

@SONG: Dallas @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) Dallas By: Roger Bartlett

*This song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but *I've arranged it here for a standard guitar.

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

(Repeat chorus)

Bridge

Well, people like me just can't be free The Provo man won't let us be-ee If the people who knew could get away 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

Chord Diagrams: |x02230| - Asus2 |244222| - F#m

@SONG: Presents to Send You @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) Presents To Send You By: Jimmy Buffett

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

(Repeat chorus)

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

(Repeat chorus)

(instrumental)

(Repeat chorus)

@SONG: Stories We Could Tell @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) Stories We Could Tell By: John B. Sebastian

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

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

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 They lived in a big house Antebellum style And the wind 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 Black-berry 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 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

And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. 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 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

Chord diagrams: F#m - |xx3222| F#m7 - |xx2222| Gdim - |xx2323| Bm - |xxo432| Cdim - |xx1212| Em7 - |o2oooo|

@SONG: A Pirate Looks at Forty A Pirate Looks at 40 By: Jimmy Buffett

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

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

@SONG: Migration Migration By: Jimmy Buffett

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

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

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 Oh, 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'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) Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart

@SONG: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season By: Jimmy Buffett

Squalls out on the gulf stream, big storms comin' soon I passed out in my hammock, God, I slept 'till 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 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

(repeat chorus and fade) Chord diagrams: Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| A7 - |xo2o2o| E7 - |o2o1oo|

@SONG: Nautical Wheelers Nautical Wheelers By: Jimmy Buffett

Intro: A D D6 (see bottom for chord diagrams)

Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors Play fiddle tunes under the stars Petti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle, Hustle on down to the bars Where the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin' An occasional bottle of wine That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented To be living and dying 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 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

Oh, Nautical Wheelers save me

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)

Chord diagrams: B7 - x212o2 D6 - xxo2o2

@SONG: Tin Cup Chalice Tin Cup Chalice By: Jimmy Buffett

I want to go back to the island, Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin' Give me oysters and beer For dinner every day of the year and I'll feel fine I'll feel fine

Chorus

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

(repeat chorus and fade) Chords diagrams: Em - |o22ooo| D7 - |xxo212| A7 - |xo2o2o| B7 - |x212o2|

Disclaimer -(please read)-:

These chord arrangments were created for private use. Anyone who Distributes them or copies them is in risk of violating copyright Laws. We claim no responsibility for what others do with these Lyrics and chord arrangements.

Thank you, The GCC authors

End Of Disclaimer

-- GCC Author's note: This being IMOHO, THE definitive Buffett album, it was the very first created of the GCC series. So far this has been some serious work, but then just think how long it took Jimmy to write all this material. I got a little bit of understanding helping with the GLC (Great Lyrics Compilation) of Spring '94, but I have really acquired a new respect for Jimmy Buffett's many talents.

MAH, 8/22/94