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LIVING & DYING ALBUM Jimmy Buffett

[1974] [D]Now they make new [F#7]movies in [B7]old black and white

[E7]With happy endings, where [A7]nobody fights

So [D]if you find your[F#7]self in that nos[B7]talgic rage

Honey, [E7]jump right up and [A7]show your age

Chorus:

I [D]wish I had a [F#7]pencil thin mus[B7]tache

[E7] The "Boston [A7]Blackie" [D]kind

A [D]two toned [F#7]Ricky Ricar[B7]do jacket

And an [E7]autographed picture of[A7] Andy Devine

Oh I[D] remember bein' buck[D7]-toothed and skinny

[G]Writin' fan letters to [Bb]Sky's niece Penny

Oh I [D]wish I had a [F#7]pencil thin [B7]mustache

Then [E7]I could solve some [A7]mysteries [D]too

Bridge:

Oh it's [Em]Bandstand, [B7]Disneyland, [Em]growin' up [B7]fast

[Em]Drinkin' on a [B7]fake I.D.[Em]

And [F#m]Rama of the [C7]jungle was [F#m]everyone's [C7]Bawana

But [E7]only jazz musicians were [A7]smokin' marijuana

Yeah, I [D]wish I had a [F#7]pencil thin [B7]mustache

then [E7]I could solve some [A7]mysteries [D]too

(same as above chords with this verse)

But then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel

Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)

Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,

But all you want to do is learn how to score

Yeah, but [D]now I'm gettin' [F#7]old, don't [B7]wear underwear

I [E7]don't go to church and I [A7]don't cut my hair

But [D]I can go to [F#7]movies and [B7]see it all there

Just the [E7]way that it u[A7]sed to [D]be

Chorus:

That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

The "Boston Blackie" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket

And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be

Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Arabie

If I only had a pencil thin mustache

Then I could do some cruisin' too

Yeah, [D]Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah

Oh, [E7]I could do some [A7]cruisin' [D]too

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Chord diagrams: E7 - |o2o1oo| A7 - |xo2o2o|

B7 - |x212o2| F#7- |xx432o|

F#m - |244222| Bb - |113331| C7 - |x3231o|

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@SONG: Come Monday

@CHORDS: Kevin Shuholm

Come Monday

By: Jimmy Buffett

Note: play in G, capo 2nd fret

[G] Headin' up to [C]San Francisco

[D] For the Labor Day w[G]eek-end show,

I've got my [C]hush-puppies on I guess I

N[D]ever was meant for glitter [G]rock and roll

[Am] And, honey, [C]I didn't know,[D] that I'd [D7]be missin' you so

Chorus:

Come[C] Monday it'll [G]be all right

Come[C] Monday I'll be [D]holdin' you tight

I spent f[G]our lonely [Bm]days in a b[C]rown L. A. [D]haze

And I j[C]ust want you [D]back by my [G]side

Yes, it's been quite a summer

Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains

And now you're off on vacation

Somethin' you tried to explain

And darlin', it's I love you so

That's the reason I just let you go

(Repeat chorus)

Bridge:

[Amaj7] I can'[Dmaj7]t help it honey[Amaj7], you're that much a p[Dmaj7]art of me now

[Amaj7] Remember that nigh[Dmaj7]t in Montana

C 5/2 5/0 C 5/2 5/0 D F C G

when we said there'd be no room for doubt

I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry

I know that it's pretty up there

We can go hikin' on Tuesday

With you I'd walk anywhere

California has worn me quite thin

I just can't wait to see you again

(Repeat chorus)

I spent [G]four lonely [Bm]days in a[C] brown L. A. h[D]aze

And I [C]just want you [D]back by my s[F]ide...[C] [G]

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Chord diagrams: Amaj7=|x02120| Dmaj7=|xx0222|

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@SONG: Ringling, Ringling

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

RINGLING, RINGLING

By: Jimmy Buffett

Intro: D D/C D/B D/A E7 A7 D

[D] [D/C] [D/B] [D/A] [E7] [A7] [D] Chorus:

[D]Ringling, Ringling [E7]slippin' away

[G]Only forty people livin'[D] there today

[D]Streets are dusty, and the [E7]bank has been torn down

[G]It's a [A7]dyin' little [D]town

[D]Church window's broken, that place [E7]ain't been used in years

[G]Jail don't have a [A7]sheriff or a [D]cell

And electric trains, they run by maybe [E7]once or twice a month

[G]Easin' it on [A7]down to Mussel[D] Shell

(Repeat chorus)

Bridge:

And a[A]cross from the bar there's a pile of beer cans

[D]Been there twenty seven years

I[E7]magine all the heartaches and tears in [A7]27 years of beer

So we hopped back in the rent-a-car and we hit the cruise control

Pretty soon the town was out of sight

But we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog

Bracin' for a Ringling Friday night

Chorus:

Ringling, Ringling you're just slippin' away

I wonder how many people will be there a year from today

Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down

It's a dyin' little town

G A7 D (intro chords)

Yeah, it's a dyin' little town

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@SONG: Brahma Fear

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Brahma Fear

By: Jimmy Buffett

[1974] Intro: G Am7 D G Am7 D

[G]I'd like to [Am7]ride the [D]rodeo,[G] but I've g[Am7]ot brahma [D]fear

[G]So I'll just[Am7] stick to [D]aeroplanes,[G] gently[Am7] pop my [D]ears

[F]Drink a [C]lot of [G]whiskey, it [F]gives me[C] such a [D]glow

It [G]makes m[Am7]e quite im[D]mobile, but it [Am]lets my[D] feelings [G]show

And I'm [C]somewhere[D] below the [G]spotlight

[C]Somewhere be[D]low the [Em]ground

You dig [C]deep enough you might [A7]find me

[C]Find me and [D]you've found my [G]sound

Yes I own a whaler boat, it slides across the sea

And some folks say I'm part of it

And I know it's part of me

When I'm feeling solitaire, it lets me be alone

And when I want to habitate, it carries me back home

Chorus:

And I'm somewhere below the sunlight

Somewhere upon the sea

You dig deep enough, you might find me

Find me, 'cause that's where I'll be

Yes I'll drink a lot of whiskey

It gives me such a glow

It makes me quite immobile, but it lest my feelings show

Yes, it makes me quite immobile,

But it lets my feelings show

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@SONG: Brand New Country Star

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Brand New Country Star

By: Jimmy Buffett

[1974] Intro: G D G

Well [C]he outgrew his sequined suit, sold his Trailways [G]bus

[A]Let his hair get a little too long

His [D]ducktail's [G]bit the [D]dust

His [C]custom made, pearl-inlaid guitar slipped from his [G]hand

[A]And in its place a new electrical one he had [D]flown in [G]from Ja[D]pan

Chorus:

'Cause he's a [C]cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin'

Brand new country [G]star

[A]He rides around in a Lincoln Continental

Those [D]steer horns [G]on his [D]car

Oh, the [C]record men say he's livin' end

They're gonna spin him right to the [G]top

Yeah he's a[A] hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle

He can [C]either go [D]country or [G]pop

Got a good old friend name of Texas Ben,

Tells him all the spots to play

And a sweet little lady, he calls her Sexy Sadie

She's with the boy night and day

They're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes

The first one in his old hometown

And on ribbon-cuttin' day they'll come from miles away

The folks'll all gather 'round and sing

(Repeat chorus)

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@SONG: Livingston's Gone to Texas

@CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Livingston's Gone to Texas

By: Jimmy Buffett

[1974] Intro: E

[B7]Nothing is [E]different, [B7]nothing's changed at [E]all

[D#m]Livingston's gone to [E]Texas, [B7] they [A]say he had a [E]ball

Chorus:

[A]They say he [G]learned to be a [D]cowboy

[A]They say he [G]learned to rope and [D]ride

But I [Bm]wonder if he [G]ever [A7] thinks about the tears his woman cr[D]ied

Now Holly, won't you let me

Try and make you smile

You loved him as if he were your husband

Now he'll be gone awhile

Chorus:

Wrote he had to see the country

On starry nights he wished you were there

And so would show wherever he goes

Deep inside you know he really cares

And nothin' is different, nothin's changed at all

Livingston's still in Texas

Snow's about to fall

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Chord diagrams: D#m - |xx4342|

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@SONG: The Wino And I Know

The Wino and I Know

By: Jimmy Buffett

[1974] Intro: G C G G C G

[G]The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan

He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow

[C]Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet

To the rhythm that only he [G]knows

And I've [Bm]seen him in so many pla[C]ces

I [Bm]saw him on the night I was [F]born[D]

[D]In a Bour[G]bon Street bar, I received my first scar

From an [D]old man so [C]tattered and torn[G]

Chorus:

And the [C]wino and I know the pain of street singin'

Like the [G]door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'

[D]Strange situation, [C]wild occupation

Livin' my life like a[G] song

The coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde

And the donuts are too hot to touch

But just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool

I eat till I eat way too much

'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me

Be they pastry or lobster or love

I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy

In a world full of pushin' and shove

Chorus:

And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'

Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'

Strange situation, wild occupation

Livin' my life like a song

[D]Sweet sen~orita won't you [C]please come with [G]me

[D]Back to the island honey, [C]back to the [G]sea

[D]Back to the only place that[C] I want to [D]be

Chorus:

And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean

Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion

Strange situation, wild occupation

Livin' my life like a song

Yes it's a strange situation, wild occupation

Livin' my life like a song

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@SONG: West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown

By: Jimmy Buffett

[1974] Intro: C F G C F G

[C]Standin' on [F]side of the [G]Highway 4 [C]exit

A [C]Lady in a [F]tie-dye with a [G]bag by her [C]side

[C]Not really [F]lookin' like [G]anything [C]special

Saw [C]Tennessee [F]tags and she [G]waved for a [C]ride

Sat right beside me as the 'meter hit sixty

'Splainin' her travels and her family background

When she got through, I could not help but thinkin'

She's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown

Chorus:

[G]Father had money and her [D]mother had [G]love

Channeled entirely to her [D]dear sister [G]Dove

Twenty-two years in so[D]ciety's [G]plan

Was cancelled with a swing of her [F]dear mother's [D]hand

Six hours later, we hit Cincinatti

Yawnin' she woke and then asked where we were

When she found out, she said, "I must be goin'"

This close to Nashville was too close for her

So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars

She took it then kissed me and gave me a note

She told me just to read it and mail it Nashville

On old looseleaf paper to her mother she wrote:

Chorus:

She said: Mama, I'm fine, if you happen to wonder

I don't have much money but I still get around

I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays

So fuck all those west Nashville grand ballroom gowns

(she's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown)

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@SONG: Saxophones

@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)

Saxophones

By: Jimmy Buffett

[1974] [E]I cut my teeth on Gumbo rock, Benny [A]Spellman and Dr. [E]John

Sweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry

Used to [B]boogie woogie all night long

[A]Though I love rock n' roll the acoustic guitar

Was the [E]only way I had of becomin' a star

I'm [A]doin' really nice and travellin' around

But they [B]won't play my record in my old home [A]tow[B]n

Chorus:

[E]But if I had [A]saxophones

Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy [E]breaks

If I had [A]saxophones

I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.[B]J.[A]

Livin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion

To take my Janey downtown

We hang out in a funky little bar

They call it the "Shipwreck Lounge"

Well we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll

Grabbin' everybody right down in his soul

When we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong

There's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs

Chorus:

But if we had saxophones

Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks

If we had saxophones

I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake

Yeah if we had saxophones

Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks

If we had saxophones

I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J.

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@SONG: God's Own Drunk

@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)

God's Own Drunk

By: Lord Buckley

[1974] "Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man.

I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular

and I swore I'd never do it again.

But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch

his still while he went into town to vote.

It was right up on the mountain where the map said it would be.

Friends let me tell you one thing though,

it wadn't no ordinary still.

It stood up that mountainside like...

like a huge golden opal,

God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin',

God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens

and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man,

But, temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash...

(wshew!... woah...)

That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like

honeydew vine water, and I took another slash.

Took another and another and another,

'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shit

and commenced to get hot flashes.

Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came

over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before,

It's like, like I was in love,

("why don't we have a little love Mike (Utley)")

In love for the first time, with anything that moved.

Animate, in-animate it didn't matter.

It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my

brain sayin, "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'..."

'Cause I was drunk.

Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin',

commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man;

And that's when I first saw the bear.

He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall

he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two

things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. It hung him up.

He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear,

but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk

and a fearless man. It hung him up.

He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a

lot redder than his was. It hung him up.

So I approached him and I said, "Mr. Bear, I love every hair on

your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on

the other side of the hill. There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear,

Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey

the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there

tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. You tell 'em I love each

and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister; but if they

give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of

'em off the hill."

He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think.

Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious,

well hell, I approached him again.

I said, "Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both

beasts when it comes right down to it. So I want you to be my

buddy, 'Buddy Bear.'"

So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw

and I led him over to the still.

Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin'

somethin' good.

I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it

upright, (looked like a big damn bear in the circus sippin'

sasparilly in the moonlight.)

I gave him another and another and another

'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced

to do the "bear dance." Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn

and a grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb

evaded me.

And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar

and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down,

went to sleep, slept for 4 hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams

And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin'

on the clear cool evenin'.

And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens,

And my buddy the bear was a' missin'...

Yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors,

so was that still.

-- Spoken:

"that's a take..."

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#@SONG: Pencil Thin Mustache
#Pencil Thin Mustache
#By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     [D]Now they make new [F#7]movies in [B7]old black and white
[E7]With happy endings, where [A7]nobody fights
So [D]if you find your[F#7]self in that nos[B7]talgic rage
Honey, [E7]jump right up and [A7]show your age
Chorus:
     I [D]wish I had a [F#7]pencil thin mus[B7]tache
   [E7]  The "Boston [A7]Blackie" [D]kind
     A [D]two toned [F#7]Ricky Ricar[B7]do jacket
     And an [E7]autographed picture of[A7] Andy Devine
     Oh I[D] remember bein' buck[D7]-toothed and skinny
     [G]Writin' fan letters to [Bb]Sky's niece Penny
     Oh I [D]wish I had a [F#7]pencil thin [B7]mustache
     Then [E7]I could solve some [A7]mysteries [D]too
Bridge:
Oh it's [Em]Bandstand, [B7]Disneyland, [Em]growin' up [B7]fast
[Em]Drinkin' on a [B7]fake I.D.[Em]
And [F#m]Rama of the [C7]jungle was [F#m]everyone's [C7]Bawana
But [E7]only jazz musicians were [A7]smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I [D]wish I had a [F#7]pencil thin [B7]mustache
then [E7]I could solve some [A7]mysteries [D]too
(same as above chords with this verse)
But then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score
Yeah, but [D]now I'm gettin' [F#7]old, don't [B7]wear underwear
I [E7]don't go to church and I [A7]don't cut my hair
But [D]I can go to [F#7]movies and [B7]see it all there
Just the [E7]way that it u[A7]sed to [D]be
Chorus:
     That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
     The "Boston Blackie" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
     And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
     Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
     Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Arabie
     If I only had a pencil thin mustache
     Then I could do some cruisin' too
     Yeah, [D]Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
     Oh, [E7]I could do some [A7]cruisin' [D]too
                                                                                                                     
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Chord diagrams:      E7 - |o2o1oo|  A7 - |xo2o2o|
                     B7 - |x212o2|  F#7- |xx432o|
     F#m - |244222|  Bb - |113331|  C7 - |x3231o|
                                                                                                                     
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@SONG: Come Monday
@CHORDS: Kevin Shuholm
Come Monday
By: Jimmy Buffett
Note:  play in G, capo 2nd fret
    [G]  Headin' up to [C]San Francisco
    [D]  For the Labor Day w[G]eek-end show,
      I've got my [C]hush-puppies on I guess I
      N[D]ever was meant for glitter [G]rock and roll
     [Am] And, honey, [C]I didn't know,[D]  that I'd [D7]be missin' you so
Chorus:
     Come[C] Monday  it'll [G]be all right
     Come[C] Monday  I'll be [D]holdin' you tight
     I spent f[G]our lonely [Bm]days in a b[C]rown L. A. [D]haze
     And I j[C]ust want you [D]back by my [G]side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', it's I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
(Repeat chorus)
Bridge:
   [Amaj7]   I can'[Dmaj7]t help it honey[Amaj7],  you're that much a p[Dmaj7]art of me now
   [Amaj7]   Remember that nigh[Dmaj7]t in Montana
            C      5/2    5/0 C  5/2 5/0   D     F    C    G
      when we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hikin' on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
(Repeat chorus)
      I spent [G]four lonely [Bm]days in a[C] brown L. A. h[D]aze
      And I [C]just want you [D]back by my s[F]ide...[C][G]
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: Ringling, Ringling
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
RINGLING, RINGLING
By: Jimmy Buffett
Intro:  D  D/C  D/B  D/A  E7  A7  D
        [D]   [D/C]     [D/B]     [D/A]     [E7]    [A7]    [D]  Chorus:
   [D]Ringling, Ringling [E7]slippin' away
   [G]Only forty people livin'[D] there today
   [D]Streets are dusty, and the [E7]bank has been torn down
   [G]It's a [A7]dyin' little [D]town
[D]Church window's broken, that place [E7]ain't been used in years
[G]Jail don't have a [A7]sheriff or a [D]cell
And electric trains, they run by maybe [E7]once or twice a month
[G]Easin' it on [A7]down to Mussel[D] Shell
(Repeat chorus)
Bridge:
      And a[A]cross from the bar there's a pile of beer cans
      [D]Been there twenty seven years
      I[E7]magine all the heartaches and tears in [A7]27 years of beer
So we hopped back in the rent-a-car and we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of sight
But we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog
Bracin' for a Ringling Friday night
Chorus:
     Ringling, Ringling you're just slippin' away
     I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
     Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
     It's a dyin' little town
          G       A7           D   (intro chords)
     Yeah, it's a dyin' little town
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: Brahma Fear
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
Brahma Fear
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro:  G Am7 D   G Am7 D
[G]I'd like to [Am7]ride the [D]rodeo,[G] but I've g[Am7]ot brahma [D]fear
[G]So I'll just[Am7] stick to [D]aeroplanes,[G] gently[Am7] pop my [D]ears
[F]Drink a [C]lot of [G]whiskey, it [F]gives me[C] such a [D]glow
It [G]makes m[Am7]e quite im[D]mobile, but it [Am]lets my[D] feelings [G]show
And I'm [C]somewhere[D] below the [G]spotlight
[C]Somewhere be[D]low the [Em]ground
You dig [C]deep enough you might [A7]find me
[C]Find me and [D]you've found my [G]sound
Yes I own a whaler boat, it slides across the sea
And some folks say I'm part of it
And I know it's part of me
When I'm feeling solitaire, it lets me be alone
And when I want to habitate, it carries me back home
Chorus:
     And I'm somewhere below the sunlight
     Somewhere upon the sea
     You dig deep enough, you might find me
     Find me, 'cause that's where I'll be
Yes I'll drink a lot of whiskey
It gives me such a glow
It makes me quite immobile, but it lest my feelings show
Yes, it makes me quite immobile,
But it lets my feelings show
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: Brand New Country Star
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
Brand New Country Star
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro:  G D G
Well [C]he outgrew his sequined suit, sold his Trailways [G]bus
[A]Let his hair get a little too long
His [D]ducktail's [G]bit the [D]dust
His [C]custom made, pearl-inlaid guitar slipped from his [G]hand
[A]And in its place a new electrical one he had [D]flown in [G]from Ja[D]pan
Chorus:
     'Cause he's a [C]cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin'
     Brand new country [G]star
     [A]He rides around in a Lincoln Continental
     Those [D]steer horns [G]on his [D]car
     Oh, the [C]record men say he's livin' end
     They're gonna spin him right to the [G]top
     Yeah he's a[A] hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
     He can [C]either go [D]country or [G]pop
Got a good old friend name of Texas Ben,
Tells him all the spots to play
And a sweet little lady, he calls her Sexy Sadie
She's with the boy night and day
They're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes
The first one in his old hometown
And on ribbon-cuttin' day they'll come from miles away
The folks'll all gather 'round and sing
(Repeat chorus)
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: Livingston's Gone to Texas
@CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
Livingston's Gone to Texas
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro: E
[B7]Nothing is [E]different, [B7]nothing's changed at [E]all
[D#m]Livingston's gone to [E]Texas, [B7]   they [A]say he had a [E]ball
Chorus:
   [A]They say he [G]learned to be a [D]cowboy
   [A]They say he [G]learned to rope and [D]ride
   But I [Bm]wonder if he [G]ever [A7]  thinks about the tears his woman cr[D]ied
Now Holly, won't you let me
Try and make you smile
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile
Chorus:
     Wrote he had to see the country
     On starry nights he wished you were there
     And so would show wherever he goes
     Deep inside you know he really cares
And nothin' is different, nothin's changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
Snow's about to fall
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: The Wino And I Know
The Wino and I Know
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro:  G C G    G C G
[G]The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
[C]Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet
To the rhythm that only he [G]knows
And I've [Bm]seen him in so many pla[C]ces
I [Bm]saw him on the night I was [F]born[D]
[D]In a Bour[G]bon Street bar, I received my first scar
From an [D]old man so [C]tattered and torn[G]
Chorus:
     And the [C]wino and I know the pain of street singin'
     Like the [G]door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
     [D]Strange situation, [C]wild occupation
     Livin' my life like a[G] song
The coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
And the donuts are too hot to touch
But just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat till I eat way too much
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin' and shove
Chorus:
     And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
     Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
     Strange situation, wild occupation
     Livin' my life like a song
[D]Sweet sen~orita won't you [C]please come with [G]me
[D]Back to the island honey, [C]back to the [G]sea
[D]Back to the only place that[C] I want to [D]be
Chorus:
     And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
     Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
     Strange situation, wild occupation
     Livin' my life like a song
     Yes it's a strange situation, wild occupation
     Livin' my life like a song
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     Intro:  C F G  C F G
[C]Standin' on [F]side of the [G]Highway 4 [C]exit
A [C]Lady in a [F]tie-dye with a [G]bag by her [C]side
[C]Not really [F]lookin' like [G]anything [C]special
Saw [C]Tennessee [F]tags and she [G]waved for a [C]ride
Sat right beside me as the 'meter hit sixty
'Splainin' her travels and her family background
When she got through, I could not help but thinkin'
She's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown
Chorus:
     [G]Father had money and her [D]mother had [G]love
     Channeled entirely to her [D]dear sister [G]Dove
     Twenty-two years in so[D]ciety's [G]plan
     Was cancelled with a swing of her [F]dear mother's [D]hand
Six hours later, we hit Cincinatti
Yawnin' she woke and then asked where we were
When she found out, she said, "I must be goin'"
This close to Nashville was too close for her
So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars
She took it then kissed me and gave me a note
She told me just to read it and mail it Nashville
On old looseleaf paper to her mother she wrote:
Chorus:
     She said: Mama, I'm fine, if you happen to wonder
     I don't have much money but I still get around
     I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays
     So fuck all those west Nashville grand ballroom gowns
     (she's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown)
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: Saxophones
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Saxophones
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]     [E]I cut my teeth on Gumbo rock, Benny [A]Spellman and Dr. [E]John
Sweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry
Used to [B]boogie woogie all night long
[A]Though I love rock n' roll the acoustic guitar
Was the [E]only way I had of becomin' a star
I'm [A]doin' really nice and travellin' around
But they [B]won't play my record in my old home [A]tow[B]n
Chorus:
     [E]But if I had [A]saxophones
     Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy [E]breaks
     If I had [A]saxophones
     I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.[B]J.[A]
Livin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion
To take my Janey downtown
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it the "Shipwreck Lounge"
Well we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll
Grabbin' everybody right down in his soul
When we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong
There's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs
Chorus:
     But if we had saxophones
     Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
     If we had saxophones
     I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake
Yeah if we had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J.
                                                                                                                    
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@SONG: God's Own Drunk
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
God's Own Drunk
By: Lord Buckley
[1974]     "Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man.
 I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular
  and I swore I'd never do it again.
 But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch
  his still while he went into town to vote.
 It was right up on the mountain where the map said it would be.
 Friends let me tell you one thing though,
  it wadn't no ordinary still.
 It stood up that mountainside like...
  like a huge golden opal,
 God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin',
 God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens
 and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man,
 But, temptation got the best of me,  and I took a slash...
  (wshew!... woah...)
 That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like
  honeydew vine water, and I took another slash.
 Took another and another and another,
  'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shit
  and commenced to get hot flashes.
 Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came
  over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before,
 It's like, like I was in love,
 ("why don't we have a little love Mike (Utley)")
 In love for the first time, with anything that moved.
  Animate, in-animate it didn't matter.
 It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my
  brain sayin, "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'..."
 'Cause I was drunk.
 Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin',
  commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man;
 And that's when I first saw the bear.
 He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall
  he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two
  things:  flip or fly, I didn't do either one.  It hung him up.
 He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear,
  but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk
  and a fearless man.  It hung him up.
 He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a
  lot redder than his was. It hung him up.
 So I approached him and I said, "Mr. Bear, I love every hair on
  your 27 acre body.  I know you got a lotta friends over there on
  the other side of the hill.  There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear,
  Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey
  the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there
  tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right.  You tell 'em I love each
  and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister; but if they
  give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of
  'em off the hill."
 He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think.
  Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious,
  well hell, I approached him again.
 I said, "Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both
  beasts when it comes right down to it.  So I want you to be my
  buddy, 'Buddy Bear.'"
 So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw
  and I led him over to the still.
 Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin'
  somethin' good.
 I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it
  upright, (looked like a big damn bear in the circus sippin'
  sasparilly in the moonlight.)
 I gave him another and another and another
  'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced
  to do the "bear dance."  Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn
  and a grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb
  evaded me.
 And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
  and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down,
  went to sleep, slept for 4 hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams
 And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin'
  on the clear cool evenin'.
 And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens,
 And my buddy the bear was a' missin'...
 Yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors,
 so was that still.
-- Spoken:
 "that's a take..."
                                                                                                                    
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