Son of a son album — Jimmy Buffett
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@SONG: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Son of a Son of a Sailor By: Jimmy Buffett
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 traveling 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 greets you at the boarder
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 tide 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'll cruise along always searching for songs Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But the 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
@SONG: Fool Button @CHORDS: Mike Hall ([email protected]) Fool Button By: Jimmy Buffett
I woke up in a strange room
I'd never seen before
Weird paintings 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) (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)
@SONG: The Last Line @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) The Last Line By: Keith Sykes
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)
@SONG: Livingston Saturday Night Livingston Saturday Night By: Jimmy Buffett
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight You take a few tokes make you feel alright Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night Pickup's washed and you just got paid With any luck at all you might even get laid 'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sand Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(alright Timmy...)
Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg Temperature is risin' better pop another keg Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(where's that harpoon man...)
Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg Temperature is risin' better pop another keg Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
@SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise Cheeseburger in Paradise By: Jimmy Buffett
Bm |||| A | Bm |||| G | Bm |||| A | D |
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits Made it nearly seventy days Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams Some kind of sensuous treat Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus
Cheeseburger in paradise Heaven on Earth with an onion slice Not too particular, not too precise I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men They eat the same thing again and again Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
But times change, sailors these days When I'm in port I get what I need Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus
Cheeseburger in Paradise Medium rare with mustard be nice Heaven on Earth with an onion slice I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
** (Guitar Tacet throughout) ** I like mine with lettuce and tomato ** Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes ** Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer ** Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus
Cheeseburger in Paradise Makin' the best of every virtue and vice Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a Cheeseburger in Paradise I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
Repeat intro Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above)
@SONG: Coast of Marseilles @CHORDS: Matt Landrum ([email protected]) Coast of Marseilles By: Keith Sykes
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles My thoughts came by like wind through my hand How good it'd be to feel you again How good it's be to feel that way again
Would you be remembering me I ask that question time and again The answer came and haunted me so I would not want to think it again No, I would not want to think it again
Youuuuuuuu make it so hard to forget Iiiiiiiiii haven't stopped loving you yet
When I left the coast of Marseilles I hadn't done what I'd come to do Spent all the money I'd saved Still did not get over you No, I still did not get over you Oooooooooooo
Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass) A/C# - x4x2xo B9 - x21222 Cm7 - x35343 E6 - o2212o A/E - xx2x2o C7 - x35353 C#m7 - x46454 E/D - xxoxoo Bm7 - x24232 C9 - x32333 E/B - o2x1xo G#7 - 464544
@SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Cowboy in the Jungle By: Jimmy Buffett
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 in-tuition 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
Refrain: But 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
@SONG: Man~ana @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Man~ana By: Jimmy Buffett
She said I can't go back to America soon
It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo, stuck in their cars And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars
Customs man tells her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind And any direction he blows'll be fine.
Chorus
Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it I have heard those words for so very long Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong
Tried and I tried but I don't understand Never seems to work out the way I had it planned Hangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called Singin' anybody there really wanna' get small
But women and water are in short supply There's not enough dope for us all to get high I hear it gets better, that's what they say As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay
Chorus
Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it I have heard your lines for so very long Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song
SOLO: D G A G D
Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates Sure was good to talk to the old United States While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west I see General Electric's still doing their best
I've got to head this boat south pretty soon New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes But I know that I'll get 'em I know that they'll come Through the people and places and Callwoods Rum
Last Chorus: So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it I have done your lines for so very long Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged! (gong) And I hope Anita Bryant never ever does one of my songs
@SONG: African Friend @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) African Friend By: Jimmy Buffett
Disembarking at Duvalier Airport Seeking transportation to town As the purple ink dried on his passport He could still feel the eyes look around
(Some French stuff) casino Spoke to the cabbie and smiled Driver replied vous o louvos As he motioned the dark man inside
CHORUS: 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 Hoping to see the night through
But not approving at all of our winning, 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 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 evening Truly was our night to win But the authorities insist on my leaving Take care, my American friend
With my weekend in Haiti concluded I now had a little money to spend That's how I came know my African Friend
End of the SOASOAS GCC section... 12/4/94 MAH