Tryin To Reason With Hurricane Season

Jimmy Buffett

 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          
knew I could use a Bloody Mary
so I stumbled next door to the bar

     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

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

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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


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