White sport coat album — Jimmy Buffett
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@ALBUM: A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean @SONG: Great Fillin' Station Holdup @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Great Fillin' Station Holdup By: Jimmy Buffett
I pulled into the regular pump I was feelin' quite at ease I rolled down my window and told the man, "Fifty cents worth please" Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun He said, "Boy, this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run"
Chorus
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here Cause that great fillin' station holdup Cost me two good years
We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career We're wanted men, we'll strike again But first let's have a beer
(Repeat chorus)
We were sittin' in the Krystal About as drunk as we could be In walked the deputy sheriff And he's holdin' our TV He roughed us and he cuffed us And he took us off to jail No picture on a poster No reward and no bail
(Repeat chorus and fade)
@SONG: Railroad Lady Railroad Lady By: Jimmy Buffett, Jerry Jeff Walker
Chorus
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her days on the train She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took her Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
South Station in Boston to the freightyards of Austin >From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain Now that the railpacks Has taken the best tracks She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Chorus
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train Once a pullman car traveller Now the brakeman won't have her She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Once a high ballin' loner he thought he could own her Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring She hocked 'em for cold cash Left town on the Wabash Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then
But the rails are now rusty The dinin' car's dusty Gold plated watches have taken their toll Yeah the railroads are dyin' And the lady she's cryin' On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal
Chorus
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took her Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Yes on a bus to Kentucky and home once again
@SONG: He Went To Paris @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) He Went To Paris By: Jimmy Buffett >From "A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean"
He went to Paris lookin' for answers To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive Savin' the world on his own
But the warm summer breezes The French wines and cheeses Put his ambition at bay The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away
Then he went to England, played the piano And married an actress named Kim They had a fine life, she was a good wife And bore him a young son named Jim
And all of the answers and all of the questions Locked in his attic one day 'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin' And twenty more years slipped away
Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady And left him with only one eye His body was battered, his whole world was shattered And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were a' fallin' he was recallin' Answers he never found So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean And left England without a sound
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's And drinks his Green Label each day Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin' But he don't care what most people say
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say "Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic But I had a good life all the way"
And he went to Paris lookin' for answers To questions that bothered him so
@SONG: Grapefruit-Juicy fruit Grapefruit-Juicy fruit By: Jimmy Buffett
Grapefruit a bathin' suit Chew a little juicy fruit Wash away the night
Drive-in you guzzle gin Commit a little mortal sin It's good for the soul
Chorus
And oh it gets so damn lonely When you're on a plane alone And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me And never ever leave you leave you at home all alone and cryin'
Ten speed no need My pickup gets me where I please Chuggin' down the street
But I'll be leavin' In a little while So close your eyes and I'll I'll be back real soon
Spoken: "Ah, take it Refers... Lady's choice, everybody dance..."
Repeat chorus
Chord diagrams: F# - |xx4322| D7 -|xxo212| Dm7 - |xxo211| G7 - |32ooo1| Cmaj7-|x32ooo| C6 - |xx2213|
@SONG: Cuban Crime of Passion @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) Cuban Crime of Passion By: Jimmy Buffett
Intro: D G(alt) D(alt) A(alt) G(alt) D(alt2)
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars The ladies would pay and pay But one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds
He met up with Merrita, a dancer in from the coast Half woman, half child she drove him half wild He loved that lady the most But one night he did find her in the arms of shrimper Dan So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life Then he turned his own cold hand
Chorus
It's just a Cuban crime of passion Messy and old-fashioned Yeah, that's what the papers did say It's just a Cuban crime of passion Anjejo and knives a-slashin' A A-B-C But that's what the people like to read about A-B-C D Up in America, up in America
(Repeat Intro chords)
Well now, they never found Merrita Some people say she got ill Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him He was buried on Pauper's Hill And no one talks about him no more, it happened just a week ago But people get by and people get high, In the tropics they come and they go
(Repeat chorus)
(Repeat Intro chords and fade)
Chord diagrams: |xx0787| - G(alt) |xx0-11-10-10| - D(alt) |xx09-10-9| - A(alt) |xx0775| - D(alt2)
@SONG: Why Don't We Get Drunk @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Why Don't We Get Drunk By: Marvin Gardens (A.K.A. Jimmy Buffett)
I really do, appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful But your face don't look too clear So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round a' brew Honey why don't we get drunk and screw?
Chorus
Why don't we get drunk and screw? I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you They say you are a snuff queen Honey I don't think that's true So, why don't we get drunk and screw
Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."
Solo
Chorus
Why don't we get drunk and screw? I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you They say you are a snuff queen Honey I don't think that's true So, why don't we get drunk and screw? Yeah, now baby I say, "Lord!," Why don't we get drunk and screw
@SONG: Peanut Butter Conspiracy @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Peanut Butter Conspiracy By: Jimmy Buffett
Looking back at my hard luck days I really do have to laugh Working in a dive for twenty six dollars Spending it all on grass
We were hungry hard luck heros Trying just to stay alive We'd go down to the corner drug This is how we'd survive
Chorus
Who's going to steal the peanut butter? I'll get a can of sardines Running up and down the aisle of the mini mart Sticking food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the rack We all swore if we ever got rich We would pay the mini mart back Yes sir! Yes sir! We would pay the mini mart back
It was a two man operation Had it all down on a note Ricky would watch that big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the checkout aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into to the car, got to make it on home Supper time's gettin' near
(Repeat chorus)
I guess every good picker has had some hard times I sure had my share It's really kind of funny to laugh at it now But I don't want to go back there
So every now and then when I'm in the grocery I take a little but not much You never know when those hard times will hit you And I don't want to lose my touch
(Repeat chorus)
@SONG: They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More By: Jimmy Buffett
(Intro Tab:) ("Run" tab:)
Walkin' down new streets the music is loud Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds F G "Run" A But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more
She and old Cougie, my what a pair Just doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared Slidin' and glidin' past Hollywood floors But they don't dance like Carmen no more
She had a big hat, my it was high Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky And how she could balance it, I wouldn't dare Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere
But the lady's not with us, she died long ago And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more
(Repeat second verse w/ "hardwood waxed floors") No more, no more And I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore But they don't dance like Carmen no more 10 cents a dance, might take a chance (fade)
@SONG: I Have Found Me A Home @CHORDS: ([email protected])/([email protected]) I Have Found Me A Home By: Jimmy Buffett
Days drift by, they don't have names None of the streets here look the same There's so many quiet places Smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces
Chorus
And I have found me a home, I have found me a home You can have the rest of everything I own 'Cause I have found me a home
My old red bike gets me around To the bars and the beaches of my town There aren't many reasons I would leave 'Cause I have found me some peace And the ladies aren't demanding here, They'll never ask too much When you're comin' off a cold love, that's sure A nice warm touch
And the days drift by, they don't have names And none of the streets here look the same There aren't many reasons I would leave 'Cause I have found me some peace
(Repeat chorus)
@SONG: My Lovely Lady @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) My Lovely Lady By: Jimmy Buffett
When I pay my bills Gonna leave these Tennessee hills Take my lady to the sea That's where we both come from That's where we both belong Think I'll go back to the Keys
Chorus
'Cause I don't want the fame that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a plane All I want's the quiet and the comforts That livin' with my lovely lady brings
Somehow we survived the double talk and jive Things are looking better all the time I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand The simple way that we should live our lives
Chorus
And I don't want the fame that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a plane All I want's the quiet and the comforts That livin' with my lovely lady brings
Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat And there's plenty of that down there by the sea Well we're sailin' in those warm December breezes Sendin' picture postcards back to Tennessee
Chorus
Yes and I don't want the fame that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a plane All I want's the quiet and the comforts That livin' with my lovely lady brings Yeah that livin' with my lovely lady brings
@SONG: Death of an Unpopular Poet @CHORDS: Sean Costello ([email protected]) Death of an Unpopular Poet By: Jimmy Buffett
Note: ** This song is played capoed on the 5th fret. The key is generally ** "D" in the verse, but with a bassnote run. ** It's fingerpicked, so play with it a little to get the right sound.
I once knew a poet who lived before his time He and his dog Spooner listened while he'd rhyme Words to make you happy, words to make you cry Then one day the poet suddenly did die
But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhyme Through some strange transaction, one was printed in the Times And everybody's searchin' for the king of underground
Bridge
Well they found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown Every-body knows the line from his book that cost $4.99 I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine
'Cause his books are all bestsellers And his poems were turned to song Had his brother on the talk shows Though they never got along And now he's called immortal, yes he's even taught in school They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool
But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound Growin' old on steak and bacon in a doghouse ten feet 'round And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind? No he was just a poet who lived before his time He was just a poet who lived before his time
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