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A1a album  Jimmy Buffett



[1974]     Intro: E (See below for tab)
[E]When I woke up this mornin'
I was [A]tired as I could [E]be
I [B]think I was countin' my money
When I [A]should a' been countin' [E]sheep
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
     I said, "I [A]know that this may sound [E]funny
     But [A]money don't mean nothin' to [E]me
     I won't [A]make my music for [E]money
     No, I'm gonna [B]make my music for [E]me"
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"
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?"
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge: (Use bar/power chords)
         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G
         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G

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
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
Intro tab:

@SONG: Door Number Three
@CHORDS: Sean Costello
Door Number Three
By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman
[1974]     Intro: C G D G
[G]Oh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn
[C]My turn to have me a [G]ball
[G]Boys at the shop told me just where to stop
If I [A7]wanted to play for it [D]all
[C]I didn't know I'd find her on [G]daytime T[C]V
My [C]whole world lies [G]waiting behind [D]door number [G]three
I [G]chose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel
And they [C]rolled me to the very first [G]row
I [G]held a big sign that said, "Kiss me I'm a baker
And [D]Monty I sure need the [G]dough"
Then I [C]grabbed that sucker by the throat un[G]til he called on [C]me
'Cause my [C]whole world lies [G]waiting behind [D]door number [G]three
And [C]I don't want what Jay's got on his [G]table
Or the [C]box Carol Merrill points to on the [G]floor
No [C]I'll hold out just as long as I am [G]able
Or [D]until I can unlock that lucky [G]door
Well, she's [C]no big deal to most [G]folks
But [D]she's everything to [G]me
'Cause my [C]whole world lies [G]waiting behind [D]door number [G]three
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

@SONG: Dallas
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (
By: Roger Bartlett
[1974]          *This song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but
*I've arranged it here for a standard guitar.
Intro: A Asus2
If you [A]ever get the chance to go to [F#m]Dallas
Take it [D]from me pass it [A]by
'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in [F#m]Dallas
Take it [D]from me don't go and [A]cry
     And I'm [E]leavin' this town as soon as I can
     [G]Gonna stop off for awhile and see my [A]woman
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
(Repeat chorus)
      Well, [D]people like me just [G]can't be free
      The [D]Provo man won't [G]let us b[D]e-[A]ee
      If the [D]people who knew could [G]get away
      [D]I'm real sure they'd [G]heed the da[D]y[E]
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
(Repeat Chorus) (3x)
Chord Diagrams:
|x02230| - Asus2 |244222| - F#m

@SONG: Presents to Send You
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (
Presents To Send You
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro:  G
[G]Well now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel
[C]Dresses like the [D]city girls [G]do
[C]When we're a[D]part there's no [G]ache in my [Em]heart
When we're to[C]gether we're a [D]hell of a [G]crew
     And [C]I got [D]presents to [G]send you
     [C]Even got [D]money to [Em]lend you
     But honey [C]I can never [D]ever pre[G]tend
     You're not there on my [D]mind
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
(Repeat chorus)
Yeah, I [F]thought I might [C]sail down to [G]Bridgetown
Spend some [F]time in the [C]Barbados [G]sun
But my [F]plans took a skid when I [C]smoked a whole lid
[A7]Wound up where I'd beg[D]un
(Repeat chorus)
(Repeat chorus)

@SONG: Stories We Could Tell
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (
Stories We Could Tell
By: John B. Sebastian
[1974]     Intro:  D Dsus2
[D]Talkin' to myself again
Wonderin' if this travellin' is [A]good
Is there somethin' else a' doin'
We'd be doin' if we [D]could
   [G]  But ah, the [A]stories we could [D]tell
     And [G]if it all blows [A]up and goes to [D]Hell
     I [G]wish that we could [A]sit upon a [D]bed in some mo[G]tel
     [D]Listen to the [A]stories we could [D]tell
[D]Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Nameplate on the glass brought back[A] twenty melodies
[D]Scars upon the face told of [G]all the times he fell
[D]Singin' all the [A]stories he could [D]tell
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
And listen to the stories it could tell
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
Ah, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
I wish that we could sit apon a bed in some motel
And listen to the stories it could tell

@SONG: Life is Just a Tire Swing
Life is Just a Tireswing
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]              I[G] remember the [A]smell [D]of the creosote plant
when w[E]e'd have to [F#m]eat on [Gdim]Easter [E7]with my [A]crazy old[Bm] uncle and[Cdim] aunt[A]
[G]They lived in a [A]big house [D] Antebellum style
and the [G]wind would [D]blow across the [G]old bay[D]ou
and [A]I was a tranquil little [D]child
     [D]Life was just a t[Bm]ire swing
     'Jambalaya' was the[G] only song I c[D]ould sing
     [G]Black-berry pickin', [D]eatin' fried chicken
     and I [G]never knew a [D]thing about [A]pain
     Life was just a [Bm]tire swing
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
(2nd chorus)
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
[Bm]And I've [G]never been west of[F#m] New Orleans nor [Em]east of Pensa[D]cola
My [G]only contact with the[F#m] outside world was an [E7]R.C.A. Vic[A]trola
And [Bm]Elvis would sing and then I'd dream a[A]bout expensive cars
and [E7]who would've figured twenty years later
I'd be [A]rubbin' shoulders [E7]with the stars  [F#m7]
Life was just a [Bm]tire swing
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
Last Chorus:
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

Chord diagrams:
F#m - |xx3222| F#m7 - |xx2222| Gdim - |xx2323|
Bm - |xxo432| Cdim - |xx1212| Em7 - |o2oooo|

@SONG: A Pirate Looks at Forty
A Pirate Looks at 40
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     [G]Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
[C]Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was [D]three [Am7]feet [G]tall
You've seen it a[Am]ll,  [D]  y[Am7]ou've seen it a[G]ll
[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
[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
[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
[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
[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
[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

@SONG: Migration
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     [C]Lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure [G7]out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While [C]others are much too[C7] clear
I'm just [F] livin' in the sunshine
Stay [C]contented most of the [Am]time
Yeah, [D7]listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes[G] [G7]
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
[Am]    Yeah, they're [D7]ugly and square, they don't belong here
    They looked a [F]lot better [G7]as beer [C]cans
      Yeah and [Am]that's why it's still a mystery to me
      Why [G]some people live like they do
      [Am]So many nice things happenin' out there
      They [D7]never even seen the [G]clues
      Oh, but [F]we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
      I [C]know we been doin' our [Am]part
      Got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
      And some [G7]Texas hidden here in my [Am]heart[C]
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
(repeat chorus)
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
(repeat chorus, then)
Yeah, got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G7]Texas hidden here in my [F]heart[G] [C] [C7]

@SONG: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     S[D]qualls out on the gulf stream,  [G]big storms comin' soon[D]
I pa[G]ssed out in my ham[D]mock,  [E7]God, I slept 'till way past [A7]noon
[G]Stood up and tried to fo[D]cus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far[C] [G] [A]
I [G]knew I could use a Bloody Ma[D]ry
so I s[A7]tumbled next door to the [D]bar
     [D]And now I m[Bm]ust confess,   I could[F#m] use some rest
     [G]I can't run at this[A7] pace very l[D]ong
     Yes it's [Bm]quite insane,   I think it [F#m]hurts my brain
     But it c[G]leans me out   and the[A7]n I can go [D]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
(repeat chorus)
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
(repeat chorus and fade)

Chord diagrams:
Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| A7 - |xo2o2o| E7 - |o2o1oo|

@SONG: Nautical Wheelers
Nautical Wheelers
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro:    A  D  D6           (see bottom for chord diagrams)
          [A]   [D]   [A]   [D]  [A]Nautical Wheelers who [D]call themselves s[A]ailors
Play [D]fiddle tunes under the [A]stars[A7]
[D]Petti-coats rustle, [A]working shoes [F#m]scuffle,
[B7]Hustle on down to the [E]bars
[D]Where the juke-box is blastin' and the [A]liquor is [A7]flowin'
An [D]occasional [A]bottle of [E]wine[E7]
That's 'cause e[D]veryone here is just [A]more than contented
To be l[E]iving and [E7]dying in t[D]hree quarter [A]time
     [A]  And it's [E7]dance with me, dance with me [D]Nautical Wh[A]eelers,
       ta[D]ke me to s[A]tars that you k[E]now[E7]
       Come on and [F#m]dance with me, dance with me [D]Nautical Wh[A]eelers,
       [E]I want so b[E7]adly to [A]go
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, [E7]Nautical Wheelers save [A]me
(repeat Chorus)
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
(repeat chorus and fade)

Chord diagrams: B7 - x212o2 D6 - xxo2o2

@SONG: Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup Chalice
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro:  G  C G   G  C G
[G]I want to go [C]back  to the [G]island,
where the s[C]hrimp boats t[D]ie up to the p[G]ilin'
[Em]Give me oysters and beer
for [A7]dinner every day of the year  and I'll feel [D]fine
I'll feel [D7]fine
     [C]'Cause I [D]   want to [G]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 [C]tin cup for a chalice, fill it [G]up with [B7]good red [Em]wine
     and I'm a' [A7]chewin', on a [D]honey-suckle [G]vine[C] [G]
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
(repeat chorus)
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
(repeat chorus and fade)

Chords diagrams:
Em - |o22ooo| D7 - |xxo212| A7 - |xo2o2o| B7 - |x212o2|


Disclaimer -(please read)-:
These chord arrangments were created for private use. Anyone who
distributes them or copies them is in risk of violating copyright
laws. We claim no responsibility for what others do with these
lyrics and chord arrangements.
Thank you,
The GCC authors
(end of disclaimer)

-- GCC Author's note: This being IMOHO, THE definitive Buffett album,
it was the very first created of the GCC series. So far this has
been some serious work, but then just think how long it took Jimmy
to write all this material. I got a little bit of understanding
helping with the GLC (Great Lyrics Compilation) of Spring '94, but I
have really acquired a new respect for Jimmy Buffett's many talents.
MAH, 8/22/94

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