Havana daydreamin album — Jimmy Buffett

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@ALBUM: Havana Daydreamin' @SONG: Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman

Chorus

There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street Stoppin' every man that she does meet Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet I'll show you my place on Caroline Street

She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer But I don't think she's cut a rug in years Listens to the jukebox for her answers Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers

Talks about the men she's known and then some She's seen them in her dreams and on the street She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table As if to reveal some kind of treat

(Repeat chorus)

Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica Just right now she can't recall his name Perceiving she's the center of attention And all the lurking eyes they look the same

Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy They're horny and don't need a good excuse Someone yells and things just start erupting And in a flash all hell has broken loose

(Repeat chorus) (guitar solo)

When I woke up and looked around the barroom She was gone and I was black and blue So be careful when you go to swing your partner Someone just might take a swing at you

(Repeat chorus twice and fade)

@SONG: My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus By: Jimmy Buffett

Chorus

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus It's that kind of mornin' Really was that kind of night Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin' And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

Went down to the snake pit To drink a little beer Listen to the jukebox Merle was comin' in clear All of a sudden I wasn't alone Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones Duval Street was rockin'

My eyes they starting poppin' Because there she sat at the corner of the bar As I broke another string on my ol' guitar Someone call a cab Lady won'tcha pay my tab

Chorus

And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus It's that kinda mornin' Really was that kinda night Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin' And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

Gotta get a little orange juice And a Darvon for my head I can't spend all day Baby layin' in the bed I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk I've got to find my way Crawl out and greet the day

Chorus

But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus It's that kinda mornin' Really was that kinda night Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin' And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night I mean I'll be roarin' Friday night

@SONG: The Captain and The Kid @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) The Captain and The Kid By: Jimmy Buffett

I never used to miss the chance To climb upon his knee And listen to the many tales Of life upon the sea We'd go sailing back on barkentines And talk of things he did Tomorrow's just a day away For the captain and the kid

His world had gone from sailing ships To raking mom's back yard He never could adjust to land Although he tried so hard We both were growing older then And wiser with our years That's when I came to understand The course his heart still steers

He died about a month ago While winter filled the air And though I cried I was so proud To love a man so rare He's somewhere on the ocean now The place he ought to be With one hand on the starboard rail He's waving back at me

(Repeat first verse) For the captain and this kid

Chord diagrams: F#m - |244222| E7 - |o2o1oo|

@SONG: Big Rig @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Big Rig By: Greg Taylor

If I was a road dog baby

And all a' my songs were true

Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'

A whole lot more than I do But I don't know about the good life baby

Not so sure it's for me I'd much rather be home rollin' with you

Than watchin' Tom Snyder on TV

Chorus

I wish I was a big rig Rollin' on home to you I wish I was a big rig A big rig baby Rollin' on home to you

Now I been to lots a' parties Spent my whole life in a bar There's a whole lotta good lookin' women out there Who think I am a star

Drinkin' and a snortin' Ain't really where I am If I had my own two ways I'd be rollin' home to Alabam'

I wish I was a big rig Rollin' on home to you I wish I was a big rig A big rig baby Rollin' on home to you

Spoken: "Ah, go Fingers, yeah!"

Now some day I'll be better My ramblin' days'll be through I won't have any more gigs to play I'll be back home there with you

But meanwhile, wait a minute What's that thing I see It's a good lookin' blonde with a bottle of scotch And she wants to go home with me

Chorus

She's lookin' like a big rig Rollin' on home to you I wish I was a big rig A big rig baby Rollin' on home to you

Yeah I wish I was a big rig Rollin' on home to you Wish I was a big rig A big rig baby Rollin' on home to you

Spoken: "Yeah I'll be home in a few days baby" "Have I been good?" "I've been GREAT!" "Whoa!"

@SONG: Defying Gravity @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) Defying Gravity By: Jimmy Buffett

I live on a big, round ball I never do dream I may fall And even one day if I do Well, I'll jump up and smile back at you

I don't even know where we are They tell me we're circlin' a star Well I'll take their word, I don't know But I'm dizzy so it may be so

I'm riding a big, round ball I never do dream I may fall And even the high must lay low But when I do fall, I will be glad to go Yes, when I do fall I will be glad to go

@SONG: Havana Daydreamin' @CHORDS: ([email protected])/([email protected]) Havana Daydreamin' By: Jimmy Buffett

*The intro and first part of the verses can be done *by moving an A fingering up to the 7th and 9th frets * See notes below...

Stashed his trash in Ecua-dor Bought a good suit of clothes

Flew on up to Mexi-co, standin' by the shore Waitin' for some mystery man to pay him for his time

But thinkin' 'bout all the money he'd made Couldn't help to ease his mind Havana daydreamin', boy he's just dreamin' his life away

Daddy chopped that sugarcane One day he fell dead Jesus had a wanderin' feelin' Swimmin' around in his head Sailin' on a midnight boat, There were no questions asked Water's so green and the air was so clean He just stuck right to his task Havana daydreamin', oh he's just schemin' His life away

Ceiling fan stirs the air Cigar smoke did swirl Fragrance on the pillowcase And he thinks about the girl Spillin' wine and sharin' good times She sure could make him smile He pays her well, but what the hell He'll be movin' in a little while Havana daydreamin', oh he'll be dreamin' His life away

@SONG: Cliches @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Cliches By: Jimmy Buffett

She's got a ballpark figure He's got a ballpoint pen They travel around for weeks at a time Writin' down descriptions of the places they been She plays guitar but nothin' fancy With no intention of becomin' a star Only thing that's botherin' him these days Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar

Chorus

Cli-ches Good ways To say what you mean Mean what you say

She never did make her debut He never made it to class She's eighty-sixed from the Chart Room He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast

They're funny when they get to rockin' Goin' out for a night on the town Takin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focus Just to look at when they finally slow down

Chorus

Full moon So soon Wishin' every month of the year could be June

He's always tuned into Star Trek She's always tuned into him Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim

Tonight they're gonna go star gazin' An' try to figure out which one they're near But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height You know you can't get there from here

Chorus

Full moon So soon Wishin' every month of the year could be June

Cliches Good ways To say what you mean Mean what you say To say what you mean Mean what you say

@SONG: Something So Feminine About A Mandolin Something So Feminine About A Mandolin By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol Buffett

It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin' But the lady she played so easy and fine And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever They planted this song in my mind

Chorus

'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin The way that they feel, the way that they ring Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly Made this boy want to sing

And when I get older and I have a daughter I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember And hope that she will sing along

And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin' 'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting And if she could just strum a few simple measures She could make some young man sing

'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin Way that they feel, the way that they ring And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin That mandolin made me sing

Her mandolin made me sing

Chord diagrams:

@SONG: Kick It In Second Wind Kick It In Second Wind By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol

One o'clock in mornin' People pilin' in thru the door Drinks are still comin' and I'm barely hummin' And the audience is screamin' for more

Somebody's locked in the bathroom Manager can't find the key I pay that man but from where I stand It's lookin' like the prisoner is me

Chorus

So won'tcha kick it in now second wind We got two more hours to go Is there any more hope of scorin' any more coke And we still gotta do another show

My mind started to wander In the middle of my second song Dreamin' I was at sea just my baby and me When the words started comin' out wrong

Waitresses are pickin' up glasses The bartenders scream last call When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight As the bass man took a bad fall

Chorus

So won'tcha kick it in now second wind We got two more hours to go Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke And we still gotta do another show

(Organ instrumental)

It's three o'clock in the mornin' Runnin' on adrenalin What I'm tryin' to say is that tomorrow's today And we got to do it over again

Chorus

So won'tcha kick it in now second wind We got two more hours to go Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke And we still gotta do another show

Coda: Got to do another show I got to, do another show Got to, do another show Got to, do another show,...

@SONG: This Hotel Room @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) This Hotel Room By: Jimmy Buffett

This hotel room's got a lot of stuff A laundry bag and a shoeshine cloth

Thirty-two hangers and a touchtone phone With a light that comes on when I ain't home I ain't home, I ain't home You better leave a message, 'cause I ain't home

Break: F C G C

They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot A radiator for when I'm not Two big chairs sittin' side-by-side With a Holy Bible and a TV Guide TV Guide, TV Guide, great God almighty, it's a TV Guide

I got a second-story view from curb to curb I got a sign that reads, "Do Not Disturb" A monogrammed towel and bucket of ice A chest of drawers and mirror that lies Mirror that lies, mirror that lies That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise

They got a room service menu for food and drink A porcelain throne and an aluminium sink Two big pillows to rest my head A Magic Fingers and a king-sized bed Put in a quarter, turn out the light Magic Fingers makes you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright Magic Fingers makes you feel alright

This old hotel's alright with me They pay the postage if you lose the key This hotel room's got a lot of stuff But I do believe I've had enough Call my baby said don't you pout I'm packin' my bags and I'm checkin' out Just as soon as you hang up the telephone Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home Comin' home, comin' home Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home

Whoa, comin' home, comin' home Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home

Spoken: "Thank you boys"

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