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Chords in this song25
Intro
E (See below for tab)
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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"
Verse 3
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"
Verse 4
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?"
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"
(Use bar/power chords)
Bridge
D E D E D E D B A |A E G
D E D E D E D B A |A E G
Verse 5
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
Verse 6
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
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"
Outro
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"
Coda
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Door Number Three
By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman, 1974
Intro
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
Verse 3
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
Verse 4
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
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Dallas
By: Roger Bartlett, 1974
Note:
This song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but
I've arranged it here for a standard guitar.
Chords
Asus2 x02230
F#m 244222
Intro
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
Chorus
And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
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
Verse 2
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
Chorus
And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
Chorus
And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
Outro
And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can
Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman
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Presents To Send You
By: Jimmy Buffett, 1974
Intro
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
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
Verse 3
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
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
Outro
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
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Stories We Could Tell
By: John B. Sebastian, 1974
Intro
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
Listen to the stories we could tell
Verse 3
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 upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories we could tell
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Life is Just a Tireswing
By: Jimmy Buffett, 1974
Chords
F#m xx3222
F#m7 xx2222
Gdim xx2323
Bm xx0432
Cdim xx1212
Em7 020000
Verse 1
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
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
Verse 2
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
Chorus 2
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
Verse 3
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
Verse 4
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
Outro
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
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A Pirate Looks at 40
By: Jimmy Buffett, 1974
Verse 1
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
Verse 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
Verse 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
Verse 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
Verse 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
Verse 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
Verse 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
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Migration
By: Jimmy Buffett, 1974
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
Verse 3
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
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
Verse 4
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
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
Outro
Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
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Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
By: Jimmy Buffett, 1974
Chords
Bm xx0432
F#m xx4222
A7 x02020
E7 020100
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
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
Verse 3
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
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
(fade)
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Nautical Wheelers
By: Jimmy Buffett, 1974
Chords
B7 x21202
D6 xx0202
Intro
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
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
Verse 3
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
Outro
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
(fade)
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Tin Cup Chalice
By: Jimmy Buffett, 1974
Chords
Em 022000
D7 xx0212
A7 x02020
B7 x21202
Intro
Verse 1
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
'Cause I want to be there
| D |
C |1. lie beside | Em
I want to go back down and |2. get high by | the sea there
|3. die beside |
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
and I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine
Verse 2
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
Chorus
'Cause I want to be there
| D |
C |1. lie beside | Em
I want to go back down and |2. get high by | the sea there
|3. die beside |
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
and I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine
Verse 2
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
Chorus
'Cause I want to be there
| D |
C |1. lie beside | Em
I want to go back down and |2. get high by | the sea there
|3. die beside |
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
and I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine
(fade)
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