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Son of a son album Jimmy Buffett
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Hall.# ---------------------------------------------------------------------------#@SONG: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor#Son of a Son of a Sailor#1978[G]As the son of a son of a sailorI went [F]out on the [C]sea for ad[G]ventureEx[C]panding the view of the [G]captain and crewLike a [D]man just released from in[G]dentureAs a [G]dreamer of dreams and a traveling manI have c[F]halked up [C]many a [G]mileRead [C]dozens of books about [G]heroes and crooksAnd I l[D]earned much from both of their s[G]tylesChorus:[F]Son of a son, [C]son of a sonSon of a son of a [G]sailor[F]Son of a gun, [C]load the last tonOne step ahead of the [C]jailerNow away in the near futureSoutheast of disorderYou can shake the hand of the Mango manAs he greets you at the boarderAnd the lady she hails from TrinidadIsland of the spicesSalt for your meat and cinnamon sweetAnd the rum is for all your good vicesH[F]aul the sheet in as we [C]ride on the windThat our forefathers harnessed be[G]fore usH[F]ear the bells ring as the [C]tide rigging singsIt's a son of a gun of a [G]chorusWhere it all ends I can't fathom my friendsIf I knew I might toss out my anchorSo I'll cruise along always searching for songsNot a lawyer a thief or a bankerBut the son of a son, son of a sonSon of a son of a sailorSon of a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead of the jailerI'm just a son of a son, son of a sonSon of a son of a sailorThe [F]sea's in my veins, my t[C]radition remainsI'm just glad I don't live in a [G]trailer--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Fool Button@CHORDS: Mike Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)Fool ButtonBy: Jimmy Buffett1978[A]I woke up in a strange roomI'd never seen beforeWeird paintings on the wallsMirrors on the ceilingI bolted for the door[D]Lookin' for my rentacarWas the Cordoba blue or red?[A]Tryin' to remember where I put the keysTryin' to remember what I saidChorus:I pushed the[D] fool button[A]My night went haywireI pushed the[D] fool button[E]Set my brain on fireNow I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back barA little three piece band playin' on the standNot knowin' what lay in storeIn a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stageThe crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerkAs he went into a blues rampageChorus:It was a fool palaceDouble knit on paradeThey pushed the fool buttonAs the skinny boy played and playedPush it, push it, push itTry to make a point of protectin' the innocentBut none of them can be foundIt can happen anytimeHappen anyplaceIt can happen in your own home townIf you don't believe my wordsOr think my story's trueGet a bottle of rum and a EskatrolAnd watch the same thing happen to youChorus:We'll push the fool buttonI'll meet you in the barWe'll push the fool buttonWhere everyone's a star(Jimmy pushed the fool button)(He pushed it like a fool, Bubba)(Pushin' like a fool)(Pushed the button like a fool)(Pushed the fool button)(Pushed it like a fool)(Pushed the button like a fool)----------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: The Last Line@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)The Last LineBy: Keith Sykes[1977] [F]Given my [C]life for [F]songs that I [C]sing[F]Matter of [C]fact, I've given [F]every[C]thing[F]Time has [C]come to not [F]make a [C]sound[F]Time has [C]come to lay my [F]burdens [C]downWhoa[F] oh oh (woe oh woe oh [Bb]woe [F]oh)Whoa[C] oh (woe oh woe oh [F]woe [C]oh)It's [G]come from be[C]hind[F]Now is the [G]timeFor the [F]last [C]line ([F]last [C]line)Managed to keep some friends on my sideTo live through the times of the rumors and liesNow it's time to rest my heartLet some other innocent fool take my partWhoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)It's come from behindNow is the timeFor the last line (last line)( saxophone solo)Whoa oh oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)It's come from behindNow it's the timeFor the last line (last line)So don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' awayYou'll see me again on some other dayYou'll see me again, I'll be ready to goAnd pour out my songs with my heart and my soulWhoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)It's come from behindNow is the timeFor the last line (last line)Yes it's come from behindNow is the timeFor the last line (last line)Ah the last line (last line)--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Livingston Saturday NightLivingston Saturday NightBy: Jimmy Buffett[1975] [E]You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans [B]pressed tightYou [A7]take a few tokes make you [E]feel alright[A]Rockin' and a rollin' on a [B7]Livingston Saturday n[E]ightPickup's washed and you [B]just got paidWith [A7]any luck at all you might [E]even get laid'Cause they're [A]pickin' and a kickin' on a [B]Livingston Saturday [E]nightSo won't you [A]listen to the sound of the [E]hot country band[B7]Boot heels a' shufflin' on the [E]dance floor sandS[A]ing a song, play some pong, [E]shoot a little pool[F#7]Hittin' on the honeys right outta high [B7]schoolFifteen[A] may get ya twenty,[B7] that's all right'Cause they'll be [A7]rockin' and a rollin' on a [B7]Livingston Saturday [E]night(alright Timmy...)Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country bandBoot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor soundHum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled eggTemperature is risin' better pop another kegFifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night(where's that harpoon man...)Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country bandBoot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor soundSing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled eggTemperature is risin' better pop another kegFifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday nightYeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday nightOne more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Cheeseburger in ParadiseCheeseburger in ParadiseBy: Jimmy Buffett1978Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beatsBm |||| A |Bm |||| G |Bm |||| A | D |Tried to a[G]mend my car[A]nivorous ha[D]bits[G]Made it nearly [A]seventy da[D]ysLosin' we[G]ight without s[A]peed, eatin' sun[D]flower seeds[E]Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and [A]soakin' up raysBut at [G]night I'd [A]have these w[D]onderful [G]dreams[G]Some kind of [A]sensuous tre[Bm]atNot zuc[G]chini, fettu[D]cini or bu[G]lgar w[D]heatBut a [G]big warm b[D]un and a h[A]uge hunk of m[D]eatChorus:C[G]heese[A]burger in [D]paradise[G]Heaven on [A]Earth with an o[D]nion slice[G]Not too par[A]ticular, no[D]t too preciseI'm just a [G]Cheese[D]burger in [A]parad[D]iseHeard about the old time sailor menThey eat the same thing again and againWarm beer and bread they said could raise the deadWell it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday InnBut times change, sailors these daysWhen I'm in port I get what I needNot just Havanas or bananas or daiquirisBut that American creation on which I feedChorus:Cheeseburger in ParadiseMedium rare with mustard be niceHeaven on Earth with an onion sliceI'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise** (Guitar Tacet throughout)** I like mine with lettuce and tomato** Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes** Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer** Well good God almighty which way do I steer for myChorus:Cheeseburger in ParadiseMakin' the best of every virtue and viceWorth every damn bit of sacrifice to get aCheeseburger in ParadiseI need a Cheeseburger in ParadiseI'm just a Cheeseburger in ParadiseRepeat introRepeat Guitar Tacet part (above)--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Coast of Marseilles@CHORDS: Matt Landrum (mdl@cypress.com)Coast of MarseillesBy: Keith Sykes1978I [E]sat there on the [G#7]coast of Marseille[C#7]sMy [A]thoughts came by like [Bm7]wind through my ha[A]ndHow [E]good it'd be to [G#7]feel you agai[C#7]nHow [A]good it's be to [Bm7]feel that way again[A/E][E]Would you be re[G#7]membering meI [A]ask that question [Bm7]time and again[A]The [E]answer came and [G#7]haunted me soI [A]would not want to [Bm7]think it again[A/E]No, I [C9]would not want to [B9]think it agai[E]n[C#m7]Youuu[G#m7]uuuuu [C#m]make it so [B]hard to forget[E][C#m7]Iiiii[G#m7]iiiii [C#m]haven't [A]stopped [B]loving you [A]yet[E]When I left the [G#7]coast of MarseillesI [A]hadn't done what [Bm7]I'd come to doSpen[E]t all the [G#7]money I'd saved[A]Still did not ge[Bm7]t over youNo, I [C9]still did not get[B9] over you[C#m7]Oooooo[C9]oooo[B9]oo--------------------------------------------------------------------Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass)A/C# - x4x2xo B9 - x21222 Cm7 - x35343 E6 - o2212o A/E - xx2x2o C7 - x35353 C#m7 - x46454 E/D - xxoxoo Bm7 - x24232 C9 - x32333 E/B - o2x1xo G#7 - 464544 -------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)Cowboy in the JungleBy: Jimmy Buffett1978There's a[G] cowboy in the jungleAnd he[Am] looks so out of placeWith his[D] shrimpskin boots and his cheap cherootsAnd his [C]skin as [D]white as [G]paste[G]Headin' south to ParaguayWhere the [Am]Gauchos sing and shoutNow he's stuck in Porto BelloSince his [C]money all [D]ran outSo he hangs out with the sailorsNight and day they're raisin' hellAnd his original destination's just anotherStory that he loves to tellWith no plans for the futureHe still seems in controlFrom a bronco ride to a ten foot tideHe just had to learn to rollChorus:[G] [C]Roll [D]with the [G]punches[C]Play all [D]of his [G]hunches[C] Make the best of whatever came his [D]wayWhat [C]he lacked [D]in ambi[G]tionHe made [C]up with [D]in-[Em]tuition[C] Plowing straight a[D]head come what [G]maySteel band in the distanceAnd their music floats across the bayWhile American women in moomoosTalk about all the things they did todayAnd their husbands quack about fishingAs they slug those rum drinks downDiscussing who caught what and who sat on his buttBut it's the only show in townChorus:They're tryin' to drink all the punchesThey all may lose their lunchesTryin' to cram lost years into five or six daysSeems that blind ambition erased their intuitionPlowin' straight ahead come what mayRefrain:But [Am]I don't want to [C]live on that kind of is[G]landNo I[Am] don't want to [C]swim in a roped off [G]seaToo much for [Em]me, too much for[A7] meI've [C]got to be where the [D]wind and the water are [G]freeAlone on a midnight passageI can count the falling starsWhile the Southern Cross and the satellitesThey remind me of where we areSpinning around in circlesLiving it day to dayAnd still twenty four hours may be sixty good yearsIt's still not that long a stayChorus:We've gotta roll with the punchesLearn to play all of our hunchesMakin' the best of whatever comes your wayForget that blind ambitionAnd learn to trust your intuitionPlowin' straight ahead come what mayAnd there's a [D]cowboy [C]in the [G]jungle--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Man~ana@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)Man~anaBy: Jimmy Buffett1978[D]She said I can't go back to America soonIt's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until JuneYeah, they're [G]freezin' up in Buffalo, [Em]stuck in their carsAnd I[A]'m lyin' here 'neath the [G]sun and the [D]starsC[D]ustoms man tells her that she's gotta leaveShe's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeveWants to find her a [G]captain, a [Em]man of strong mindAnd [A]any direction he [G]blows'll be [D]fine.CHORUS:[G]Please don't say man~ana if you don't [D]mean itI [A]have heard those words for so very [D]long[G]Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen[D] itDon't[A] ever forget that you [G]just may wind up being[D] wrongTried and I tried but I don't understandNever seems to work out the way I had it plannedHangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin calledSingin' anybody there really wanna' get smallBut women and water are in short supplyThere's not enough dope for us all to get highI hear it gets better, that's what they sayAs soon as we sail on to Cane Garden BayChorus:Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean itI have heard your lines for so very longDon't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen itDon't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song(spoken: "Alright, let's reggae Reefers'")SOLO: D G A G DCalled all my friends on those cheap nightly ratesSure was good to talk to the old United StatesWhile the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles westI see General Electric's still doing their bestI've got to head this boat south pretty soonNew album's old and I'm fresh out of tunesBut I know that I'll get 'emI know that they'll comeThrough the people and places and Callwoods RumLast Chorus:So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean itI have done your lines for so very longDon't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen itDon't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged! (gong)And I [A]hope Anita Bryant never [G]ever does one of my[D] songs--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: African Friend@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu)African FriendBy: Jimmy Buffett1978Disem[G]barking at [C]Duvalier [G]Airport[D]Seeking transpor[C]tation to [G]townAs the [G]purple ink [C]dried on his [G]passportHe could [D]still feel the [C]eyes look a[G]round(Some French stuff) casinoSpoke to the cabbie and smiledDriver replied vous o louvosAs he motioned the dark man insideCHORUS: [Bm]Business in Aruba con[C]cludedHe now [Am]had a little money to [D]sp[Dsus4]endThat's [C]how I came to [D]meet my African [G]friendWe were rolling the bones several hoursConversing as most gamblers doWe were calling on all of our powersHoping to see the night throughBut not approving at all of our winning,Pit boss he tugged at his sleeveThrough the whole thing my new friend was grinningWhen he motioned it's time we should leaveWith our night at the tables behind usWe were ready just to do it againThat's when I came to know my African friendINSTRUMENTALBut I woke up on the steps of a whorehouseSoldier told me I better leaveAs I stumbled to find me a taxiI saw a note pinned to my sleeveIt was a pleasure and a hell of an eveningTruly was our night to winBut the authorities insist on my leavingTake care, my American friendWith my weekend in Haiti concludedI now had a little money to spendThat's how I came know my African Friend---------------------------------------------------------------------End of the SOASOAS GCC section...[12/4/94] [MAB]
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