| D | A | E | A | D | A | E | A | E | A | |
| My | garden is filled with pa | payas and mangos |
| E | A | |
| My | life is a mixture of | reggaes and tangos |
| D | A | E | |
| Taste for the good life, | I can live it no other | way |
| D | A | |
| While | out on the beach there are | two empty chairs |
| D | A | |
| That say | more than the people who | ever sit there |
| D | A | E | |
| From | under my lone palm | I can look out on the | day |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | E | A | |
| Where | no | bird | flies by my | window |
| D | A | E | A | |
| No | ship is | tied to my | tree |
| D | A | |
| Love is a wave building | to a crescendo |
| E (Intro chords) |
| Ride if you will, ride it with me |
| I know this girl made memories and phrases |
| Who lived her whole life in both chapters and phrases |
| Danced 'till the dawn, wished all her worries away |
| Well she wasn't crazy, no she wasn't mad |
| She just wanted the father that she never had |
| From under my lone palm I think about her today |
| Chorus |
| Bridge: |
| F#m | A | |
| We sailed from the port of inde | cision |
| F#m | A | |
| Young and wild with oh so much to | learn |
| G | D | E | F#m | |
| Days turn into | years as we | tried to fool our | fears |
| D | E | A | |
| But to the | port of inde | cision I re | turned |
| My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos |
| My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles |
| Come Christmas winds and blow all my worries away |
| Chorus |
| Chord Diagrams: |
| ********************************* |
| |244222| - F#m |
| (Of course, Capo2, it's actually |466444|) |
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| @SONG: Delaney Talks to Statues |
| @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) |
| DELANEY TALKS TO STATUES |
| By: Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally, Amy Lee |
| Intro: A E B E A B E |
| A | E | B | E | A | B | E | A | E | B | E | A | B | E | |
| Delaney | talks to | sta | tues as she | dances ' | round the | pool |
| A | E | B | E | A | B | E | |
| She chases | cats through | Roman | ruins and | stomps on | big toad | stools |
| A | E | B | E | A | B | A | E | |
| She speaks a | language | all her | own that | I can | not dis | co | ver |
| A | E | B | E | A | B | A | E | |
| But she | knows I | love her | so when I | tuck her ' | neath the | co | vers |
| Chorus: |
| A | E | B | E | A | E | B | E | |
| Fa | ther, | daugh | ter, | down | by the | wa | ter |
| A | E | B | E | A | E | B | E | |
| Shells | sink, | dreams | float-- | life's | good on | our | boat |
| Delaney draws me pictures, she finger paints the sand |
| We chase the dogs and hop like frogs, then I do my bad handstand |
| She's growing up too fast for me and asking lots of questions |
| Some I know the answers to and some I'm looking for suggestions |
| Chorus: |
| Father, daughter, born by the water |
| Surf's up, sun's down-- life in a beach town |
| Bridge: |
| C#m | G#m | A | B | |
| And some of the | things I've seen maybe | she won't have to | see |
| C#m | G#m | A | B | |
| But there's a lot I want to | pass along that was | handed down to | me |
| *Repeat first verse and Chorus |
| Chord Diagrams: |
| ********************************************* |
| |x46654| - C#m |466444| - G#m |
| ********************************************* |
| Uncle John's Band |
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| I II |
| G | C | G | |
| Oh | , the first days are the hardest days, don't you wo | rry any m | ore, |
| G | C | G | |
| 'C | ause when life looks like Easy Street there is da | nger at your d | oor. |
| Amin | Emin | C | D | |
| T | hink this through with | me; l | et me know your m | ind. |
| C | D | G | D | C | G | D | G | |
| W | hoa-o | h, what I w | ant to k | now- | oh, | is a | re you k | ind. |
| G | C | G | |
| I | t's a buck dancer's choice, my friend, better t | ake my a | dvice; |
| G | C | G | |
| Y | ou know all the rules by now, and the f | ire from the i | ce. |
| Amin | Emin | C | D | |
| W | ill you come with | me, w | on't you come with | me? |
| C | D | G | D | C | G | D | G | |
| W | hoa- | oh, what I w | ant to k | now- | oh, w | ill y | ou come w | ith me? |
| G | C | G | Amin | G | D | |
| G | od damn! well I dec | la | re! | Have you s | een the l | ike? |
| D | C | G | D | C | D | |
| T | heir w | alls are built of cannonballs, their m | otto | is "Don't t | read on | me". |
| G | C | Amin | G | D | |
| C | ome hear Uncle John's b | and p | laying | by the r | iverside, |
| C | G | D | C | D | |
| G | ot some things to talk about, h | ere besi | de the r | ising t | ide. |
| G | Bmin | C | D | G | Bmin | C | D | G | Bmin | C | D | G | Bmin | C | D | G | C | G | |
| I | t's the same story the crow told me, it's the | only one he k | nows; |
| G | C | G | |
| L | ike the morning sun you come, and l | ike the wind you | go. |
| Amin | Emin | C | D | |
| Ain't no time to | hate, b | arely time to w | ait. |
| C | D | G | D | C | G | D | G | |
| W | hoa-o | h, what I w | ant k | now-o | h, wh | ere d | oes the t | ime go? |
| G | C | G | |
| I live in a silver mine and I c | all it Beggar's T | omb; |
| G | C | G | |
| I've got me a violin and I | beg you, call a | tune. |
| Amin | Emin | C | D | |
| Anybody's c | hoice, | I can hear your v | oice. |
| C | D | G | D | C | G | D | G | |
| W | hoa- | oh, what I w | ant to k | now- | oh, h | ow do | es the s | ong go? |
| G | C | Amin | G | D | |
| C | ome hear Uncle John's b | and b | y the r | iverside |
| C | G | D | C | D | |
| G | ot some things to talk about h | ere besi | de the | rising t | ide. |
| G | C | Amin | G | D | |
| C | ome hear Uncle John's b | and | playing | to th | e tide |
| C | G | D | C | D | |
| C | ome on along or go alone, he's c | ome to t | ake his c | hildren h | ome. |
| Dmin | G | C | Dmin | G | C | Dmin | G | C | Dmin | G | C | |
| I II I II I II I II |
| II C G |
| Whoa-oh, what I want to know-oh, how does the song go? |
| (A capella) |
| Come hear Uncle John's band by the riverside |
| Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide. |
| G | C | Amin | G | D | |
| C | ome here Uncle John's b | and p | laying | to the | tide, |
| C | G | D | C | D | |
| C | ome on along or go alone, he's c | ome to t | ake his c | hildren h | ome. |
| Dmin G C Dmin G C Dmin G C I |
| La lala lala, la lala lala, la lala lalaaaaa...... |
| Chinacat- |