Havana Daydreamin' 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
[1975]
Chorus:
There's a [G]woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
[D]Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' [C]if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caro[Am]line [G]Street
She [G]claimed in a loud [D]voice to be a [C]dancer
But [G]I don't think she's [D]cut a rug in [C]years
[G]Listens to the [D]jukebox for her [C]answers
S[G]lowly guzzles [D]twenty-five cent [C]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)
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@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
[1975]
Intro: Em A7 D G Em A7 D G
Chorus:
My [G]head hurts, my feet[A7] stink, and I [C]don't love [G]Jesus
It's that kind of [A7]mornin'
Really [C]was that kind of n[D]ight
[C]Tryin' to tell myself that my con[G]dition [B7]is im[Em]provin'
And if [A7]I don't die by Thursday I'll be [C]roarin' [D]Friday [G]night
Went down to the [D]snake pit
To drink a little [G]beer
Listen to the [D]jukebox
Merle was comin' in [G]clear
[Em]All of a sudden I wasn't alone
[A7]Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
[D]Duval Street was rockin'
My eyes they starting poppin'
Because [Em]there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I [A7]broke another string on my ol' guitar
[D]Someone call a cab
[D7]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 [C]roarin' [D]Friday [G]night
I mean I'll be [C]roarin' [D]Friday [G]night
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@SONG: The Captain and The Kid
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
The Captain and The Kid
By: Jimmy Buffett
1970
[D] I never used to [G]miss the chance
[D] To climb upon his [G]knee
[D] And listen to the [G]many tales
[E7] Of life upon the [A]sea
[F#m] We'd go sailing back on [G]barkentines
[F#m] And talk of things he [G]did
[F#m] Tomorrow's just a [G]day away
For the [E7]captain[A] and the [D]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 [E7]captain [A] and this [D]kid
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Chord diagrams: F#m - |244222| E7 - |o2o1oo|
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@SONG: Big Rig
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Big Rig
By: Greg Taylor
[1975]
If[E] 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
[A]But I don't know about the good life baby
Not so sure it's for me
I'd[E] much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watchin' Tom Snyder on TV
Chorus:
[E]I wish I was a [A]big rig
[E]Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a [A]big rig
A [B]big rig baby
[A]Rollin' on home to[E] 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!"
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@SONG: Defying Gravity
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
Defying Gravity
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1976]
Intro: E B7 E
I [E]live on a big, round [B7]ball
I never do dream I may [E]fall
And even one day if I [B7]do
Well, I'll jump up and smile back at [E]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
(INSTRUMENTAL)
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
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@SONG: Havana Daydreamin'
@CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)/(mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Havana Daydreamin'
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1975]
*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...
Intro: A D E D
[A]Stashed his [D]trash in [E]Ecua-[D]dor
[A]Bought a good [D]suit of c[E]lothes[A]
[A]Flew on[D] up to [E]Mexi-[D]co, [A] standin' [D]by the s[E]hore[A]
[D]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 [A]mind
Havana day[E]dreamin', boy he's just [D]dreamin' his life a[A]way[D] [E] [D]
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
(INSTRUMENTAL)
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
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@SONG: Cliches
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Cliches
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1975]
[E]She's got a ballpark figure
[A]He's got a ballpoint [E]pen
They [A]travel around for [E]weeks at a time
[B]Writin' down descriptions of the [A]places they [B]been
[E]She plays guitar but nothin' fancy
[A]With no intention of becomin' a [E]star
[A]Only thing that's botherin' [E]him these days
Is [B]where he's gonna find a good [A]ten-cent [B]cigar
Chorus:
[A]Cli-[E]ches
[A]Good [E]ways
[B]To say what you mean
Mean what you [E]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
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@SONG: Something So Feminine About A Mandolin
Something So Feminine About A Mandolin
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol Buffett
[1975]
[E]It was late in the evenin', just a [A]few of us [E]pickin'
But the [A]lady she [E]played so [A]easy and [B]fine[E] [B]
And the c[E]hords that she strummed were so t[A]astefully c[E]lever
They [F#m]planted this [Abm]song in [F#m]my [Em]mind
Chorus:
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine [A]about a [E]mandolin
The [A]way that they [E]feel, the [A]way that they [B]ring[E] [B]
Just to [E]see slender fingers, [A]movin' so quickly
[F#m]Made this [Abm]boy want [F#m]to [E]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
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Chord diagrams:
Abm - |466444| F#m - |244222|
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@SONG: Kick It In Second Wind
Kick It In Second Wind
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol
[E7]One o'clock in mornin'
[A]People pilin' in thru the [E7]door
[A7]Drinks are still comin' and [E]I'm barely hummin'
And the au[D]dience is screamin' for [B7]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 [A]kick it in now [E]second wind
We got two more hours to g[D]o
Is there [A]any more hope of scorin' [E]any more coke
And we [B7]still gotta do another [A]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 [E]show
[D] I got to, [A] do another [E]show
[D] Got to, [A] do another [E]show
[D] Got to, [A] do another [E]show,...
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@SONG: This Hotel Room
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
This Hotel Room
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1976]
This [C]hotel room's got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a [G]shoeshine [C]cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touchtone phone
With a light that comes on when [G]I ain't [C]home
[F]I ain't home, [C]I ain't home
You better leave a message, 'cause [G]I ain't [C]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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