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Son Of A Son  Jimmy Buffett



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[G]As the son of a son of a sailor
I went [F]out on the [C]sea for ad[G]venture
Ex[C]panding the view of the [G]captain and crew
Like a [D]man just released from in[G]denture
As a [G]dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
I have c[F]halked up [C]many a [G]mile
Read [C]dozens of books about [G]heroes and crooks
And I l[D]earned much from both of their s[G]tyles
Chorus:
     [F]Son of a son, [C]son of a son
     Son of a son of a [G]sailor
     [F]Son of a gun, [C]load the last ton
     One step ahead of the [C]jailer

Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the Mango man
As he greets you at the boarder

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

     H[F]aul the sheet in as we [C]ride on the wind
     That our forefathers harnessed be[G]fore us
     H[F]ear the bells ring as the [C]tide rigging sings
     It's a son of a gun of a [G]chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

But the son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor

     The [F]sea's in my veins, my t[C]radition remains
     I'm just glad I don't live in a [G]trailer

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@SONG: Fool Button
@CHORDS: Mike Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Fool Button
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978

[A]I woke up in a strange room

I'd never seen before

Weird paintings on the walls

Mirrors on the ceiling

I bolted for the door
[D]Lookin' for my rentacar

Was the Cordoba blue or red?
[A]Tryin' to remember where I put the keys

Tryin' to remember what I said

Chorus:
     I pushed the[D] fool button
     [A]My night went haywire
     I pushed the[D] fool button
     [E]Set my brain on fire

Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin' on the stand
Not knowin' what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk
As he went into a blues rampage

Chorus:
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played

Push it, push it, push it

Try to make a point of protectin' the innocent
But none of them can be found
It can happen anytime
Happen anyplace
It can happen in your own home town


If you don't believe my words
Or think my story's true
Get a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you

Chorus:
We'll push the fool button
I'll meet you in the bar
We'll push the fool button
Where 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)

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@SONG: The Last Line
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
The Last Line
By: 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]down
Whoa[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]time
For the [F]last [C]line  ([F]last [C]line)

Managed to keep some friends on my side
To live through the times of the rumors and lies
Now it's time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now is the time
For 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 behind
Now it's the time
For the last line (last line)

So don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' away
You'll see me again on some other day
You'll see me again, I'll be ready to go
And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul

Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)

Yes it's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Ah the last line (last line)

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@SONG: Livingston Saturday Night
Livingston Saturday Night
By: Jimmy Buffett
[1975]                                     
[E]You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans [B]pressed tight
You [A7]take a few tokes make you [E]feel alright
[A]Rockin' and a rollin' on a [B7]Livingston Saturday n[E]ight
Pickup's washed and you [B]just got paid
With [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]night

So won't you [A]listen to the sound of the [E]hot country band
[B7]Boot heels a' shufflin' on the [E]dance floor sand
S[A]ing a song, play some pong, [E]shoot a little pool
[F#7]Hittin' on the honeys right outta high [B7]school
Fifteen[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 band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen 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 band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night

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@SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise
Cheeseburger in Paradise
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978

Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats

Bm |||| 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]ys

Losin' we[G]ight without s[A]peed, eatin' sun[D]flower seeds
[E]Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and [A]soakin' up rays
But at [G]night I'd [A]have these w[D]onderful [G]dreams
[G]Some kind of [A]sensuous tre[Bm]at
Not zuc[G]chini, fettu[D]cini or bu[G]lgar w[D]heat
But a [G]big warm b[D]un and a h[A]uge hunk of m[D]eat
Chorus:
     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 precise
     I'm just a [G]Cheese[D]burger in [A]parad[D]ise

Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

But times change, sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed

Chorus:
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Medium rare with mustard be nice
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
I'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 my

Chorus:
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a
Cheeseburger in Paradise
I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise
I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise

Repeat intro
Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above)

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@SONG: Coast of Marseilles
@CHORDS: Matt Landrum (mdl@cypress.com)
Coast of Marseilles
By: Keith Sykes
1978

    I [E]sat there on the [G#7]coast of Marseille[C#7]s   [Cm7]    [Bm7]
    My [A]thoughts came by like [Bm7]wind through my ha[A]nd  [Bm7]
    How [E]good it'd be to [G#7]feel you agai[C#7]n   [Cm7]    [Bm7]
    How [A]good it's be to [Bm7]feel that way again[A/E]    [E/D]    [A/C#]     [E/B]      [C9]    [B9]    [E6]

    [E]               [G#7]             [C#7]    [Cm7] [Bm7] 
Would you be remembering me
    I [A]ask that question [Bm7]time and again[A]    [Bm7]
    The [E]answer came and [G#7]haunted me so [C#7]    [Cm7]    [Bm7]
    I [A]would not want to [Bm7]think it again[A/E]    [E/D]    [A/C#]     [E/B]
    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]   [C7]
    [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 Marseilles [C#7]    [Cm7]    [Bm7]
    I [A]hadn't done what [Bm7]I'd come to do  [A]    [Bm7]
    Spen[E]t all the [G#7]money I'd saved [C#7]    [Cm7]    [Bm7]
    [A]Still did not ge[Bm7]t over you [A/E]    [E/D]    [A/C#]     [E/B]
    No, I [C9]still did not get[B9] over you [A/E]    [E/D]    [A/C#]     [E/B]
    [C#m7]Oooooo[C9]oooo[B9]oo  [E6]
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Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass)
A/C#  - x4x2xo   B9  - x21222   Cm7  - x35343   E6  - o2212----------|o
A/E   - xx2x2o   C7  - x35353   C#m7 - x46454------------------------|   E/D - xxoxoo
Bm7   - x24232   C9  - x32333   E/B  - o2x1xo   G#7 - 464544---------|
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@SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Cowboy in the Jungle
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978

There's a[G] cowboy in the jungle
And he[Am] looks so out of place
With his[D] shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
And his   [C]skin as [D]white as [G]paste

[G]Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the [Am]Gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his   [C]money all [D]ran out [G]

So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell

With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll

Chorus:
  [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]way
     What [C]he lacked [D]in ambi[G]tion
     He made [C]up with [D]in-[Em]tuition
   [C]  Plowing straight a[D]head come what [G]may

Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in moomoos
Talk about all the things they did today

And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt
But it's the only show in town

Chorus:
They're tryin' to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may

Refrain:
     But [Am]I don't want to [C]live on that kind of is[G]land
     No I[Am] don't want to [C]swim in a roped off [G]sea
     Too much for [Em]me, too much for[A7] me
     I've [C]got to be where the [D]wind and the water are [G]free

Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are

Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not that long a stay

Chorus:
We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may
And there's a [D]cowboy [C]in the [G]jungle

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@SONG: Man~ana
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Man~ana
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978

[D]She said I can't go back to America soon

It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
Yeah, they're [G]freezin' up in Buffalo, [Em]stuck in their cars
And I[A]'m lyin' here 'neath the [G]sun and the [D]stars


C[D]ustoms man tells her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
Wants to find her a [G]captain, a [Em]man of strong mind
And [A]any direction he [G]blows'll be [D]fine. [D7]

CHORUS:
     [G]Please don't say man~ana if you don't [D]mean it
     I [A]have heard those words for so very [D]long [D7]
     [G]Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen[D] it
     Don't[A] ever forget that you [G]just may wind up being[D] wrong

Tried and I tried but I don't understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin' anybody there really wanna' get small

But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay

Chorus:
Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it
I have heard your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song

(spoken: "Alright, let's reggae Reefers'")
SOLO: D G A G D

Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
Sure was good to talk to the old United States
While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
I see General Electric's still doing their best

I've got to head this boat south pretty soon
New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes
But I know that I'll get 'em
I know that they'll come
Through the people and places and Callwoods Rum

Last Chorus:
So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it
I have done your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it
Don'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

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@SONG: African Friend
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu)
African Friend
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978

Disem[G]barking at [C]Duvalier [G]Airport
[D]Seeking transpor[C]tation to [G]town
As the [G]purple ink [C]dried on his [G]passport
He could [D]still feel the [C]eyes look a[G]round

(Some French stuff) casino

Spoke to the cabbie and smiled
Driver replied vous o louvos
As he motioned the dark man inside

CHORUS:        [Bm]Business in Aruba con[C]cluded
               He now [Am]had a little money to [D]sp[Dsus4]end
               That's [C]how I came to [D]meet my African [G]friend

We were rolling the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through

But not approving at all of our winning,
Pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
When he motioned it's time we should leave

With our night at the tables behind us
We were ready just to do it again
That's when I came to know my African friend

INSTRUMENTAL

But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
Soldier told me I better leave
As I stumbled to find me a taxi
I saw a note pinned to my sleeve

It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
Truly was our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care, my American friend

With my weekend in Haiti concluded
I now had a little money to spend
That's how I came know my African Friend

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