coastal confessions Jimmy Buffett
Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2004 03:40:18 -0400 I've only been playing guitar for about six months, so the likelihood of me screwing up the harmonic dictation of this song is rather high. I think I got pretty close though. Jimmy plays it in E Major; not sure if he uses a capo or not, but I did. So, for this arrangement, use a capo on fret 2... unless you feel like playing it a whole step lower or go through the hassle of transposing the entire thing. Feel free to e-mail me (RaumPilot1@hotmail.com) if you have any comments or think I screwed up. Enjoy... Coastal Confessions Writer: Jimmy Buffett Track 9, from the 2004 album "License to Chill) (D)Well I'm a tidal pool explorer I believe that down on the beach Where the sea gulls preach Is where the Chinese buried the truth. So I (G)dig in the sand with my misguided hands and if I (D)dig deep enough Hell I just might dig it up. Talking about (A7)treasure Talking about (G)pleasure Talking about (D)love Now I'm a (D)reader of the night sky And a singer of inordinate tunes. That's how I float across time Living way past my prime Like a long lost baby's balloon. So I hang (G)on to the string Work that whole gravity thing But when my (D)space ship goes pop Back to the earth I will drop Into the (A7)sea Or the limbs of a (G)tree Or the wings of my (D)love And I (A7)don't know what (G)I'm supposed to (D)do Maybe in(A7)vent me a (G)story or (D)two I've got (Bm)coastal con(F#m)fessions to (A7)make How bout (D)you How bout (D)you (D)They say that time is like a river And stories are the key to the past But now I'm stuck in between Here at my typing machine Trying to com e up with some words that will last. It's so (G)easy to see that we live history And if I (D)just find the beat I know I land on my feet I always (A7) do Hadn't got a (G)clue Does it comes from a(D)bove. And I (A7)don't know what (G)I'm supposed to (D)do Maybe in(A7)vent me a (G)story or (D)two I've got (Bm)coastal con(F#m)fessions to (A7)make How bout (D)you How bout you Let's go to church, Sonny... (Instrumental) (D) (G) (D) (Bm) (F#m) (A7) (D) So (Bm)bless me, (F#m)father, yes (G)I have (D)sinned. (Bm)Given the (F#m)chance, I'll probably (G)do it (D)again I don't (Bm)need abso(F#m)lution Just a (G)simple so(D)lution will (A7)do. (D)So let's talk about the future Or the consequences of my past I've got scars, I've got lines I'm not hard to define Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. I know I (G)can't run and hide But just hang on for the ride T here will be (D)laughter and tears As we progress through the years But still it's (A7)fun Hey I'm not (G)done Gonna dance 'til (D)I fall And I (A7)don't know what (G)I'm supposed to (D)do Maybe (A7)have me a (G)boat drink or (D)two It's just the (Bm)coastal con(F#m)fessions I (A7)hear Tell the (D)truth Tell the truth I've got some (Bm)coastal con(A7)fessions to make How 'bout (D)you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you And you, and you, and you (Hilarious Spoken Outro) Forty-two years since my last confession Well father, do you have the rest of the week? Let's get started: I had impure thoughts. I smoked some pot. Stole some peanut butter. Father, wake up.
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